The streets are clean. I can put toilet paper in the commode. And the man driving into the intersection as I cross apologizes. Plus the sushi is pricey at lunch!
No, I am no longer in South America. This is the U.S. I am in Denver. And when traveling again I am so aware of my surroundings. I am thinking about the pluses and the minuses of being home in the north. You may be wondering "so where is her home anyway?" And as I spoke with Shaun over sushi yesterday that old saying "home is where the heart is" rang true. What that means for me is that geographically I am not restrained and will likely be taking my heart around the world and touching down in places that intrigue me for as long as my body will cooperate.
Denver is high energy and the people with weathered skin are the outdoors kind. I like it here, and as I walk along the Platte River I think that less ten days ago I was walking along the Rio de La Plata in Buenos Aires. My neighborhood is expanding and though it may take me a bit of time to get from one favorite restaurant to the next it is so possible.
