Blog reader Judy writes:
“For a non-pet person, you do seem to enjoy the tapir’s company.”
Crazy, isn’t it?! I don’t even know who I am any more. Cozying up to tapirs and smooching alpacas.* The terrified-of-being-underwater me floating on a couple pieces of balsa wood in anaconda-infested waters, with nary a life jacket in sight. (Not that a life jacket would keep me safe from anacondas, but still…)
This proud Excel Spreadsheet Queen (my whole life is contained in spreadsheets, meticulously maintained and updated) hasn’t touched a spreadsheet for months. Chasing penguins, turquoise waters, and new cities is severely cutting into my spreadsheet maintenance time. The most perplexing change: I HAVE LOST MY APPETITE FOR DUNKIN’ DONUTS. I was so excited to see a DD in the Ecuador airport, I bought 3 donuts. (Eating half a dozen in one sitting wasn’t unusual for me). And then, I couldn’t even finish one. Who am I….What is happening to me…? Is an intervention in order?
Next thing you know, I’ll be throwing all caution to the wind, breaking my no-relationships rule (which has served me well for a quarter of a century), and having wild entanglements with people I meet along the way.
Oh wait. That did happen already. But I don’t kiss and tell, so what happens in South America, stays in South America… 😊
Six months into my grand adventure, I can confirm it’s true what they say about travel. It changes you.
*In my defense, I’ve never disliked animals, I just didn’t want to live with them. I prefer my animals in the wild.
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