A Wandering Tale


Setting: My bedroom, Sunday, mid-day. It’s toasty warm since the central heat was turned on the night before. My yoga mat is spread on the wooden floor. There may or may not be some dirty clothes piled about. The bed, however, is made. State of Mind: Slightly hung-over. Too much beer the night before (thanks new PCV friends) not to mention this past week in general—at work, after work, with my host-family’s… Read More