After a week of misery, I’m back to my old self. I’m feeling confident and hopeful. I’ve got myself a great lawyer who is going to take care of everything so I can relax and enjoy vacation.
The hourly countdown until we touch down in Honduras begins! I think I must have been Central American in a former life. Not one bad memory from traveling there.
Everywhere else, yes, definitely bad memories. There was a guy in a Parisian club who blubbered, “I hate you fucking Americans.” I also remember getting lost in Bali and being surrounded by a gang of motorcyclists. Yikes, I saw rape in my future until an old woman came walking down the street and told them to go away. That was in Bali, a country consistently characterized as safe! Traveling has its risks, but so is walking down a suburban street and getting run down by a texting driver.
For anyone who blogs, I ditched slow, inaccurate Networked Blogs and started using Twitterfeed. Way better.