[Editor’s Note: I now see Zhou wrote a similar post yesterday. Sorry to throw useless tidbits at you two days in a row. Hope you enjoy!]
We hadn’t done laundry since the south island of New Zealand. We hadn’t talked to our parents since the north island. We hadn’t written a blog in six days. (The beans are all over the floor! We don’t write every day, we just pretend to.) Today we sat in our hostel and changed all that. And while all our clothes are in the dryer, there are a few things I’d like to get off my chest.
My shoes stink. It’s to the point that I don’t think they can be sanitary to put on anymore. There must be some virus or athlete’s foot or something lurking down in them to make them smell that bad. But every day I lace them up and hope people don’t notice. And every time we arrive at a new hostel, I scan the place for some Febreze. So far no luck – I’ll just keep marching on.
Foreign mannequins are far too real. I’ve noticed this ever since Southeast Asia, but haven’t been able to work it into a blog post. I can’t count the times that Zhou has jumped and I have flinched because a creepy man has been staring at us from a store window. Now that I think of it, maybe there aren’t any mannequins outside the US…
The second hardest time of the year for traveling is over. The first is Christmas. That day should be spent with family. Yesterday though, the first weekend of March Madness ended. Thank goodness. We did manage to listen to the Vandy game on radio (no more will be spoken of this game) and I luckily caught Ohio State’s second round game on CBS’s March Madness on Demand. But missing all 46 other games was like missing a hypothetical free coney day at Skyline Chili. While I have your attention though, one of my brackets is killing it right now and is in line to win my brother’s office pool. By the time you read this it will have gone down the toilet like my brackets do every year, so I thought I’d throw that out there while I still can.
I’m allergic to bees. This is another thing that I’ve been holding inside me, waiting for my chance to announce it to the public. Apparently I’ve never been stung by one before, because when we were surfing in Byron Bay one got me on the arm, halfway between my wrist and elbow. (How it got me I have no idea, since I spent 90% of my time drowning under water.) The entire right forearm swelled to the size of Ken Griffey Jr’s head on The Simpsons. I spent the next three days looking like a professional arm wrestler with no regard for his weaker arm.
We had another Small World moment today. While cooking dinner we met a girl who grew up five minutes from where we got married in New Jersey, but has spent the last three years of her life working in Ohio.
I’m proud of my lack of employment. Speaking of work, or lack thereof, one of my favorite things on this trip is filling in the immigration cards when we enter each new country. Why? Because on the line where it says Occupation I always get to fill in “unemployed.” This may seem a bit egotistical (for lack of a better word), because there are millions of people out there looking for work who can’t find a job. And from that angle I do feel a bit bad about feeling good about it. But I also know that this is the only time until I retire that I have no financially-related responsibilities. Zhou and I worked hard and saved a lot for two years to pay for this trip, and I’m enjoying every non-working minute of it. However, this brings me to:
Holy crap! I have to find a job soon! With Zhou’s graduate picture coming more and more into focus, my post-trip life is getting more and more narrowed down. I’ve actually already started looking a little bit online for opportunities, but won’t dig into it more until we’re sure of where we’re going to end up. Still, for the first time on this trip I’m beginning to have those moments every now and then that our fantasy life is going to end soon and I’m going to have to make something of myself. And nobody wants me to make something of myself, right?
Picture of the Day: It was a day off so we didn’t take any pictures. You will just have to look at this old picture of Ushuaia.