"Better the devil you know" is a cliche I now despise. Hidden in the bushes, shivering with fright, I learned that if the devil you know is the guard of a drug plantation then all other devils pale in comparison.
Maybe to have a memory you need time for reflection, however brief, just to let the memory find a place to settle.
She had that American habit of frequently using one's name. It had the strange effect of being both disarmingly familiar and unnaturally forced.
On that trip I learned something very important. Escape through travel works.
When in Rom, do as the Romans. in the travelers ten commandments, that's number one. You don't march into a Hindu temp and start saying "why are you worshipping a cow?" You look around, take on board, adjust, accept.
Isn't there a saying that the only thing more dangerous than a man with a gun is a nervous man with a gun? If there isn't, there should be.
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Sunday, November 30, 2008
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Tales of a Female Nomad by Rita Golden Gelman
I am free to live by the standards and ideals and rules I create for myself.
When things are working, its usually best not to break the rhythm with too many questions.
Do people who are spending more money have more brakes on their ability to have fun?
Whenever I go, I carry a plastic bottle of bubbles.
I have learned to compress time through introducing early in conversation intimate details of my life. Then the usual superficialities of initial conversation have been bypassed.
How I have managed to have so many interesting people experiences? Because I trust.
I use the word friend to refer to people I connect with. That is what I seek.
Be sure to take itch cream, plastic bags, and arrange auto bill pay.
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