Ash and Small Bear go on an adventure!

So earlier today I wrote a long, angry post about the parasites that have been hiding for months in some remote Pakistan of my backpack and  chose their strike for now, when I’m in Italy alone, two days at least from my borrowed shower and washing machine. I was cranky. Very, very cranky. (Dear friends, I can’t quite explain what it feels like to see a bug and wonder ‘hmn… did that just land on me, or have I been harboring it secretly across borders, letting it feed on my skin and breed and bide it’s vicious time?’)

But then I checked my email. And while I’m still not so pleased about the current state of my scalp, the world is a beautiful place and, in the words of my father (which I repeat to myself often enough that I think I’m eventually going to get them tattooed somewhere) ‘this too shall pass.’ Thank you all for continuing to send me so much love.