May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your rivers flow without end, meandering through pastoral valleys tinkling with bells, past temples and castles and poets’ towers into a dark primeval forest where tigers belch and monkey’s howl, through miasmal and mysterious swamps and down into a desert of red rock, blue mesas, domes and pinnacles and grottos of endless stone, and down again into a deep vast ancient unknown chasm where bars of sunlight blaze on profiled cliffs, where deer walk across the white sand beaches where storms come and go as lightening clangs upon the high crags, where something strange and more beautiful and more full of wonder than your deepest dreams waits for you---beyond that next turning of the canyon walls. ---Edward Abbey (thanks Trudy Hall)
Thursday, June 30, 2011
First Days Arriving in Moscow
I'm happy to be in a foreign place, uncomfortable with holding out money for berry sellers to take what they need and give me the rest back, or for cashiers to run me back to the produce area to show me how to weigh a banana for a price sticker. Les and I got better at getting help with getting to where we wanted to go without speaking, and learning how everyone waits, and waits.... The residents in the hostel are very nice, outgoing and helpful. With one, we communicate in Spanish! Tomorrow, a walking tour!