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it’s th midweek, when i prefer to travel & i had to drag myself to take advantage of an
offer from th french trains & didn’t make it out to antibes until after four thirty. so
much for a day @ th beach. my throat is bothering me again. gotta buy some echinacea.
don’t know if i’ll make it out to quinson & th relais notre dame run(i think, still) by
a wonderful french-german couple…also thought of vising some wine producers who
started th switch to organic (or ‘biologique’ as they call it here) ten years ago, &
welcome guests to stay over & get a feel for th viticulture involved…keep meaning to
call them, but five o’clock goes by & i hesitate on trying them @ night…so this
particular internet cafe seems to be @ least run by a young, red maned englishwoman…
i keep feeling th urge to make an attempt @ starting to walk el camino, w/ th voice of
reasonable fear (fearful reason?) bringing attention to my health problems, lack of
hiking experience…i think th inner turmoil is making me sicker but have no sense of
how to get beyond th impasse…acceptance, acceptance, acceptance…
as it stands, tonight is my last night @ hotel athena in nice, but i have reservations
for nothing or nowhere else…le jardi in barcelona seemd to have some available rooms
fortomorrow & friday nights- sept. th 23 & 24- but was bookd for th next two nights,
spotty availability of rooms over th week…have no sense of my options…not easy,
keeping it in th moment- i seem to live one day @ a time in all th wrong ways, looking
ahead in anxiety, paralysed & not quite doing th footwork…what’ll i do/what’ll i do?
all you need is…d=(8{>

Written by morituri

September 22nd, 1999 at 2:36 am

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