A metaphor of T
Tatjana tells me a shortcut to get back to our town. She is a backseat driver. We are 8 kilometers away and I pull off to her shortcut. She’s proud of herself since she can’t read a map and is geographically challenged. (I am too, but she makes me look good.)
An hour and a half later through an overgrown tree-covered winding road up and down and around a mountain we arrive to our town on the coast.
This scenic route, beautiful, undiscovered, fecund and pleasurable – much like our journey, which is the trip.
