Why do we insist on putting a numerical value on everything? There are 60 seconds in a minute. 365.5 days in a year. When I'm traveling my days are numbered. I counted down to Costa Rica last August. I counted down to Denmark in March and April. Now I'm just counting (counting up, maybe?) We arrived back in Samara on Wed the 28th. That is Day 1. So today is Day 5. Coming back to Samara is like deja vu all over again. Everything about it is so different. Not just the sights of the verdant green tropical landscape and towering trees and lush vegetation. Not just the feel that surrounds me with the warm and humid air that I love. Maybe also heightened by the fact that I can peel off all the layers and lounge in a bathing suit all day. Add to that the warm sand under my feet, and it's a far cry from the boots and long socks I was wearing in Denmark and Poland. Then it's also the way it sounds here. A few minutes on the back porch is like an hour of zen meditation with ...
I am so beyond tired. We walked and walked and walked today. I'm so glad we did all that today. I'm so happy to be tired. We started at the Litzmannstadt train station. It's a museum and part memorial of the Lodz Jewish ghetto. It was the train station where they took people from the ghetto to the concentration camps. Otherwise known as death camps. And annihilation camps. And extermination camps. Then we walked to the nearby (but quite a walk) to the Jewish cemetery. Once one of the largest ones in Poland and the world. I can't imagine a bigger one. It was so beautiful, so creepy, so amazing. The cemetery was inside of the Jewish ghetto in Lodz. That explains the outer walls with large shards of broken glass embedded in the concrete at the top. As we walked we only ever saw one person, walking out of the cemetery. He looked like maybe he worked there. This place was so massive, and no one was in there. I think the last people placed in there were the 43,572 pe...
How do you pay your water bill? In the 3 years and 2 places I lived in Cedar City Utah, I never had a water bill. I mailed a check in Apple Valley, California – we bought our water from an Indian tribe that had the water rights. When I lived in Las Vegas, Nevada – I paid the bill online. Here in Samara paying the water bill is a small adventure. It’s a short walk down dirt roads. In the rainy season it’s all mud and puddles. In the dry season it’s all dusty and the sun is bearing down on me. The first time I paid the water bill was the first day I woke up in Costa Rica. I saw my first iguana on the road there. A few months ago I had to walk in between 4 cows that decided to settle down for an afternoon nap on the road. They weren’t asleep, but they didn’t get up. Thank goodness, they were huge. With horns. Today I saw 3 iguanas right as I walked up to the tiny office. This office is so ramshackle. Is that a word? It didn’t autocorrect me, I guess it’s a w...
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