
I bought this new Michael Kors perfume called Wonderlust. I guess wonderlust is the new wanderlust, but more seeking out the adventure and romance of the journey itself, rather than the destination. Which pretty much defines this year. And, now, the way I smell. La ti da. Today we switched hotel rooms again, making 22 sleeping arrangements in the past seven weeks. Tomorrow I’m wandering over to Mexico to wonder what I’m doing there.

Old Folks’ Day
Flower Market—More Delightful Than the Fish Market
Sacred Spaces by Corrie Weathers
Mochi-Pounding 2010