A friend wrote me and said, “You must be totally drained after Africa and ready for some urban adventures.”
Yes and no. I am drained. I feel a bit like the way one does at the end of a love affair—saddened, sick at heart, exhausted. But I’m not sure I’m ready for more adventures, urban or otherwise. Actually, I rather feel like holing up somewhere—anywhere—and doing nothing more mentally challenging than trying to decide whether to take a shower or not. Even writing this very short blog entry this morning feels challenging.
So I think that for the rest of December, I’ll just write some bits and pieces. Things that don’t necessarily go together. Observations. Or the odd thought. And then I’m going to Mexico and we’ll see what happens there. Because it seems something always happens when I’m in Mexico.
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