Long trip:
bus from Xela to Guate;
overnight in Guate;
attempt to fly out the next morning;
my flight is majorly delayed while Dave's was not;
consequently I miss my connecting flight in Ft. Lauderdale and spend the night in Florida while Dave continues on to NYC;
good thing I packed lots of food (Spirit gives you nothing) and my toothbrush (Dave had the rest of my carry-on);
realize once again that America is SO unfriendly to newcomers and visitors (so much for "give me your tired and poor");
fly to NYC the next morning (thankfully I didn't have to wait until the following evening);
Dave and I get horribly lost leaving LGA and end up in Staten Island (!);
arrive in Ithaca 60 hours after leaving Xela.
And now I'm home...
...it's been AWESOME.
We took a climbing road trip up to Rumney, NH over Memorial Day weekend and climbed until there was no skin left on our fingertips. Dave had some impressive leads (I <3 my rope gun), as many of our other climber friends. I redpointed a few routes I had flailed on last autumn. Maybe I'm finally getting stronger.
this doesn't suck. top-roping the 5.11 at 5.8 crag |
this route kinda sucked. |
Ithaca Festival. Yay, the students are gone, let those freak flags fly!
make art! |
goats on cayuga street |
I joke about the "Saturn Return" with my friends. Every 27-30 years, Saturn returns to the position it was in the sky when you were born. Supposedly, the late twenties are a period of significant change and upheaval in people's lives--getting married (or not, if the State doesn't allow you that right), having kids, major life transitions, career struggles, existential questions. I put zero faith in astrology, but I surely don't doubt the concept of the Saturn Return. For me, ages 25 to 30 was wild!
But after all of the upheaval, the here and there, the newness and change, I've found myself living about 2 miles from where I lived in August of 2000, when I first moved to Ithaca. And for all of the changing that's happened in the past 12 years, I'm more myself now than ever before.
For the first time in a long time, it seems right to be here, on all levels. In a town that I love, with a guy whom I love, with friends whom I love, doing things that I love to do.
gorges |
One final picture. This one from the Upper Peninsula of Michigan on the drive out to Minnesota.
P.S. Honeymoon in Patagonia?
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