Pilgrimage

Yes, I went to Ithaca. Ithaca and Costa Rica, my childhood homes, are like my (nonreligious) Mecca. Without a once yearly pilgrimage to one or the other, I feel like my life is missing something.

Putting my feet in a creek, for example. I met up with Sue and Abreham and Adamu at the Wildflower Preserve, where I hadn't been back in 12 years. 

Abreham hunted for crayfish with his bare hands (brave!).

And it turns out that Adamu is quite the swimmer! That boy just loves the water!

Seriously, I don't think I can express how happy it made me to go hang out in creeks. Monday (the day we left) was the only day I didn't put my feet (or my whole body...) in a creek. I was really happy to have rented a car so that I was able to take my pup with me, and let him play in creeks too. He loved it! (Surprise, surprise.)

Oh yeah, and Elise graduated (with honors!) from Cornell. You know, no big deal.

Look at that: a real live college graduate/adult. Damn, girl. Good for you.

Fin.