invitation to stay in a gorgeous guest
house in the Spanish countryside with
great friends came in, unsolicited and
out of the blue, when I was trying, and
failing, to figure out where to go next; I
keep finding myself repeatedly, and fully
coincidentally, crossing paths in distant
corners of the world with several of my
fellow, global nomads whom I met, and
befriended, in Bali, and who have me
drop-jawed and giddy every time I bump
into them; you’re in a tiny, remote,
fishing village wearing nothing but a
sarong and a frizzy hairdo in the
middle of nowhere Indonesia too?
Yet even though my cosmic travel
agent has more than proven that she