I just lost the entire post I’d written for this morning, which is a perfect indication of how this week is going so far. And it’s only Tuesday.
In summary of what I lost though:
1) The lyrics above are from a song our bus driver played obsessively at 4:30 a.m. on the way to the beginning of the Inca Trail. I thought the song was like 20 minutes long; turns out it’s only 3 and a half minutes, and the driver was just very fond of the repeat button.
2) I dreamed last night that I went to Atlanta just for one day, and didn’t tell anyone I was there except my sister. I told her that I was visiting Tech for the day to talk about grad school, but really I had just come to Atlanta to drive the section of I-85 that was my favorite part of the trip from Charlotte back to school — the last 20 or so miles into the city. I can’t explain why, but I always loved that portion. I dreamed that I was driving it again, and enjoying the trees despite the urban sprawl. I miss trees. I don’t think I’m a Texas kind of girl. I need more green plants and blue water, and less brown scrub.
3) I finally googled “Peru red black beads” to find out about the beads in a necklace that I bought there. After buying it, I began to notice that the beads — half black and half red and oblong — were everywhere. With my luck, I joked, they probably mean EVIL! or something. So I searched. And found two sites explaining that my lovely beads are actually seeds from a plant, and are highly poisonous and deadly if ingested. There is a lesson here, and it is: don’t eat your jewelry.
4) Last night after explaining to Nacho and Chris at dinner that I love photography, I was forced to promise to take lots of pictures. The funny part is that the taking has never really been the problem.
Livin’ la vida loca. I’m out of here.
you should really come 🙂