I´ve found myself on an adventure again. It´s ill advised for lots of reason, but here I am. Lately, I haven´t traveled enough. I´ve been wandering the USA a bit, but it wasn´t quite enough to satisfy my level of wanderlust. So when the call came in, I said yes. I´ll be broke when I get home, maybe I´ll even use giftcards to get my car out of the airport parking, but that´s just fine. Sometimes you have to take the risk and put aside just enough pesos to make it from the center to the flight and figure out the rest when you get back, stateside. Flying on September 11th, 2011 to a place I had never been felt foolish and daring, which I guess can be the same thing, but after ten years of healing the wounds that slashed me and my city on that day I figured I´d go to zero if I needed to and mark the next part of my life with something I´d never done before. Mourning can and shouldn´t last forever and neither should good sense.
I will now prepare to learn about tango. Thanks for reading!