Tuesday, November 22, 2011

"In this field there are no sheep."

"The tourist generally hurries back home at the end of a few weeks or months, the traveler, belonging no more to one place than to the next, moves slowly, over periods of years, from one part of the earth to another."
 ~ Paul Bowles, The Sheltering Sky

"Whatever. Just go travel if you want and enjoy yourself. Forget about what anyone else is doing."
 ~ Dave Adair

Dear people-iest people,

Why do I feel the need to tell you? I've no idea, but here goes: I'm flying tomorrow morning to one of the Canary Islands, to spend a week with my friend Brigitte, from Munich. The island is either called Fuerteventura or maybe Rosario, although Google Maps says something about La Oliva. What am I, some kind of Canary Island historian or  something? Yeah, I don't think so. It's off the coast of Morocco, near Western Sahara. (So Western Sahara is a country? This is embarrassing.) My English/Australian mate Keith is waking up at 3:30 a.m. so he can give me a ride to the airport. What a saint.

When I'm back next Wednesday, I'm staying at Saint Keith's again for two nights before flying to India. I'll be there for maybe six months, and I've found a barn to store my van in while I'm gone. Adventure awaits!

Much love,

While this sign is indeed accurate, (there were in fact no sheep in the field,) it is wholly incomplete. There are So Many Things that were not in this field! A HUGE number of things.
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One picture? That's it?!

(The End)