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This has been the most difficult of the pages to complete, mainly because when it comes to travel, more that any other aspect of my life, I feel like the journey is continuing. I have celebrated the world cup in Paris on the eve of France's victory. I have rung in the New Year watching firerockets light the skies over the Spanish Steps. I have revelled til dawn with thousands in white outfits and red sashes before running before stampeding bulls the next morning. I have woken up exhausted and chilled to the bone on a ferry to Istanbul as dolphins swam out in front. I have woken up just as early and even colder on a cattle ranch in Utah spelling of vinegar. I held hands as I walked along the playa de Olympica in Barcelona. I have walked through the streets of Prague suspicious and aware of Gyspies. I have soaked in scaulding water from the hot springs of Nikko Japan after having spent the 18 hours prior hitchhiking and walking in the snow from Tokyo. I spent a week chatting with a woman in Hoi Anh as I ate dozens of duck eggs and rice. I watched the world turn pink for an entire week in Kyoto as the trees, ground and sky filled with cherry blossoms. I sat on the Mass Ave bridge and watched a single rower glide tranquily underneath as the sun rose over the Charles River. I courted small town america and admired her beauty and natural integrity. I dove in the chilly waters of the of the Caldera in Santorini and the warm waters of Maui and the even warmer waters of New Zealand. I sat in a cafe drinking tea and smoking two packs of cigarettes...this is going to take a while. Maybe next month. |
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