As I was perusing the overwhelming amount of adorable merchandise at Nordstrom Rack this morning, I realized I had not written in disappointingly long time. What triggered the neurons in my brain to connect the two seemingly unrelated subjects, I have no clue. I am glad though, for my erractic synapses; I love to write, and a busy schedule truely should not prevent it.
Not only a busy schedule, but the events since when I have stopped writing. I left you hanging in the Syrian desert, alone with the friendly Bedouins, whom I am certain have shown you nothing but hospitality. I have very fond memories of my time with them, but my journey didn't end there. After a few days of busses (more lengthy bus rides that any person should have to endure in their lifetime), I made my way up the Turkish Mediterranean coast, and took a ferry to the historical Greek Island of Rhodes.
