Sitting amid the dusky scented books in the Gozo public library, a sheen of sweat on my face reflecting the grey glow of the computer screen, I reflect on the past month. So much has happened, and yet I have a sense of hanging in the limbo of getting ready for this trip and the anticipation of returning home. Is it wrong to be thinking of the comforts of home while having an international adventure? I guess I thought there would be a bit more adventure in my travels. Some swashbuckling seafaring, some bit of derring-do, perhaps one life changing experience. At the same time, I know that once I am home and reflecting, this whole experience will be the life changing adventure. I feel a bit like de Botton, thinking I could leave myself behind, only to find that I have, indeed, brought myself along. I'm now struggling with my project, as neither of my cameras is working, and I lost a roll of wildflower shots. I understand Jin's advice about the day that comes when one simply can't get out of bed, can't keep going. Yesterday was that day, and while I managed the get up early for a run along the breathtaking cliffs, I proceeded to spend the rest of the day indoors, on the couch, in the bath, etc. Today is better. The sun is shining, the walk into Victoria was pleasant (no strange man relieving his bladder on the side of the road) and I'm in the process of getting a library card so I can check out more books. I can't seem to get enough to read! Sunday we plan on going to see "The Passion of the Christ." Should be very interesting in this very devout Catholic community...
