Trip Start Jul 2008
33Trip End Dec 2008
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On one hand, big things become little things. For example, a thin plastic folding bowl also serves as a cutting board. A lightweight pair of flats made by Crocs serve as my 'cute' city shoes, shower shoes, and stream-crossing sandals. And all of my clothes would fit into a Hollywood starlette's handbag, their red carpet clutch if I could ditch my jeans.
On the other hand, little things become big things. Take my jeans. They are big and bulky and take 3 days to air dry. For these reasons, jeans are generally poo-poo'd by most expert travelers. But I missed them terribly in South America, so I brought them and I wear them and I cherish them.
Little things really mean a lot.
And sometimes, a nexus of little things come together in one place or time or experience.
Which is why I am feeling deeply contented with the world, here in a nifty laundromat, my back bathed in the prismatic light from stained glass windows (depicting....laundry of course), my grinning face bathed in the light of a flat screen computer monitor, sipping a coffee sprinkled with chocolate, listening to Frank Sinatra, and looking forward to our first load of machine-washed clothes in a month.
I should mention that Bill's favorite aspect of our little oasis here is that they are running their slim super-fast computers on Linux, with the latest versions of all his favorite applications.
It's ridiculous to be this happy for such silly reasons, but this is what my life has been reduced to.
And it's GOOD.