My left foot was itching today and I’ve heard tell that means I’m going to travel somewhere I’ve never been. Then almost as if in answer to that a dear friend in Zagreb sent me this photo he took while he was on the island of Vis this summer. Yes, this is where I want to go, I want to plunge off a white washed stone into the wild Adriatic sea. Cast my lot to the fates here at the end of the earth:
When I was boo hooing and reminiscing about my friend who is leaving, I came across this photo taken from the cabin where I spent seven birthdays in a row at a place called Sheep Dung Estates in Yorkville, Mendocino County, California. I used to look out the window on my birthday and cry, “VALHALLA!” because indeed it is. This is a place I’ve been and there is a good chance I’ll never go back (they sold Sheep Dung to private owners), but I carry around those memories with me always:
