Quality Inn Grand Rapids North - Walker
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Got up early again today (when does the vacation start) and dropped off our favorite refugee at the Flint Airport for her 10:00 AM Flight back to FL. We had a great time with Gaile in Frankenmuth; she was a great addition to our trip and we will see her again in a couple days in San Fran.
Drove across the state to Muskegon, MI and checked in to Travelodge. Please note how early you are receiving this - we are stopping early tonight.
But before ...
I recently made and impulse decision to take a cross-country road trip out to California to visit a friend. It seemed like a great idea at the time and I thought nothing could sway my decision. However, the closer it came to leave, the more I realized that I had nothing planned and wasn't ready. As the number of times I considered canceling the trip altogether increased, so did my determination and stubbornness to see it through. So that ...
... the conference. They told us how much they enjoyed it here and that once we leave we will never want to go back home. Finally, I got to meet the rebounds. Filled with knowledge and wisdom of travel. They told us endless stories of the fun they had, and how lucky us outbounds were to be getting to start our own adventures now. They told us tips and advice and showed us their now fluent foreign language ...
... just as a soldier was walking past. The next 5 minutes was a huge argument between the two, with the soldier even taking off his shirt to prove his Christianity by showing the cross tattooed on his back. To which the preacher then slagged off tattoos. Thought there was guna be a fight but mainly just a lot of shouting in each other's face. Spent the rest of the night at a bar in a basement. It was swiss cheesey (crystals way of describing a night with holes in her ...
... 5 times to pay respects to the 5 elements, and drop the flaming straw to ignite the procession of my past.
The smoke rises above the river as the Sadhus go about their rituals. I start back up the stairs, away from the deceased, ready to breath again, ready to feel the press of emotion beckoning from within me. Head down, hands clasped, I mutter a single noise to commemorate all that has passed form that old life.