A man in the midst of pouring rain stops near the edge of the long trail. The rain splashes off of his hood and moistens his scarf. Reaching into his coat he pulls out an old compass and glances towards his map. No phone, no computer, no means of communication. All of a sudden, he is kidnapped and shipped off to Mars.
Anticlimatic? C.S. Lewis certainly didn't think so.
Above is one of my many fears as I prepare for a long trip to Europe, and although being assaulted and transferred to a different planet is somewhat desirable at times, I cannot help but feeling a little tingle in my stomach. Not the "I had too much salsa and lemon juice" tingle, but the "I hope my shoes don't get stolen in Europe" sensation.
I mean, think about it. A foriegn land, no shoes, bad scenario.
But, I will continue to blog about my travelling adventures...
and thus begins the wakening of the sleeping giant: YGLDYM
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