Note to Carlton: Santa aka Mongol says Hi. He wondered why he hadn’t seen you. I told him you were busy.
OUCH. Double OUCH. Got two shots this afternoon. I am now good to go to Samoa. Well, I will be in a couple of weeks. Have to let the anti-bodies kick in. Typhoid and Hep A.
I was having a wee bit of buyers remorse about going to Pago Pago… A town with bats with 3 foot wing span, land crabs as big a a VW bug, packs of wild dogs and NOTHING to do. Suggested activities include: visiting the library and going to church. For this, I got 2 shots?
Why travel is good for old women.
- Increased sense of self sufficiency and self control. Ain’t nobody going to bail me out.
- Stepping outside of my comfort zone makes me stronger. I hope.
- I should learn something.
- I am responsible for myself – hence the shots.
- Operating on another time table – should shift my “reality”.
- Little things become more important. Things like drinkable water.
- I should become less fearful. I sure hope so, I am starting to feel a creeping fear of the unknown. A decreasing quest for adventure. I fear this is an “old age” thing. Gotta fight it. I should not be afraid of travel. Adult diapers. Dementia. Those are things to fear. Not the TSA lines. Or VW size crabs.
- It will make me appreciate “home” and it’s comforts.