Travel with me.
The morning was crisp and clear. White puffs of breath air accompanied us on our walk, the temperature was just 1 degree and that’s just a little colder than I’m used to.
One of my secrets for sanity and health safety is that sometimes in hotel rooms with a past, I carry a silk sleeping cocoon that also covers the pillow… yep, I had to bring it out today.
I also carry my own quilt! sigh, Pamela.
Extra seats are added, racks on the roof to carry produce and I saw a goat and trussed sheep up there on one occasion. They whizz around those high mountain roads at break neck speeds. I would love a ride on one but I had a vision of the headlines. “Aussie grandmother meets her demise on a Chicken Bus”
The decorations are very interesting, and they just sparkle, not an ounce of dust on the shiny sides.
You are also so high that you can’t see much, just the outline of the roof…. and this little possum ended up with a painful, neck after hitting the roof so many times..probably 40 or so.
So with all this behind me, I jumped in the front seat and claimed my spot… Keith was comfy in the back seat. We picked up 4 youngish Indian people and a small child. We had to wait 20 mins for them… but we chatted and I was unaware of what was to come.
The kindness of a stranger, a lady who’s life is far removed from ours. There is a connection because I will create an image in fabric.
I begin my blog today is a state of nervousness and high excitement brace in a few days I’m off to Mexico and Guatemala for a month.
Well, I’m always a little nervous entering another country on my own. Of course I’m not going to be on my own, I will be with friends always, but yes, it’s an adventure and I look forward to sharing my ideas on textile art