A deer was in the road, freshly hit by something coming the other way. Looked like it could have been […]

A deer was in the road, freshly hit by something coming the other way. Looked like it could have been […]
At Nature Trail the 8 Mile pack had taken down a bison and we watched them tear it apart while the rest of the herd stood idly by, as if to say, “We’ll be here if you’re still hungry later.”
They say more than three cats makes you a Crazy Cat Lady. Well, today I bought three first-generation Mitsubishi Monteros, bringing my total count to four and a half. Does that make me a Crazy Car Lady?
Here’s my jet lag strategy: Don’t sleep on the airplane. Instead, watch all the new movies that looked good, but you didn’t want to pay for seeing in the theater. Every three hours get up to stretch by the bathrooms in the middle of the aircraft for 10 minutes. Stay up until at least 9pm local time, take a walk or a run and do not drink any coffee or alcohol. The worst jet lag I ever had was after enthusiastically trying all the local beers at the hostel bar in Iceland.
The checkout lady says “boa noite”. I repeat it back as best I can only to be sized up from over her rims, followed with a blank stare and a cold “hee-ello”. Guess I didn’t quite get it right. Besides the running clothes, I now carry the confident swagger of an American, complete with near-permanent smile. I wish I could simply flip the switch and localize my body language back to Europe, but having been away for so long that is hard to do.
I’ve never been so filthy, wet, thirsty, hungry, lonely, happy or inspired. I was scared at times, but not too bad. I found out where all the cool people were hanging out; the ones I was always looking for at home. I lost all my shoes and lived barefoot for a long time. I cut my own hair, using my pocketknife. I bought a machete to compliment the 4-battery Maglite that I carried in my pack. I indulged in my ferocious appetite for books, deep conversation and exploring my boundaries.