Sometimes, especially when we find ourselves far from home, we tend to forget about those things and places closest to us. We’re not immune from this tendency as we explore new places in our travels and become smitten by the previously unexplored. This past weekend, however, we had the opportunity to reconnect with an old…
I was born in England on November 17, 1961 after a long labor which began the day before. Even though I was a blue baby (Iris Blue, to be precise). I was well enough to travel shortly thereafter. I left Southampton, England and went by sea to Madrid, Spain.
Riding along on the highway, I look over at the driver seated next to me as the airflow over the retracted windscreen deforms his cheeks into undulating waves of flesh.
