Lord, Was I Really Born A Ramblin’ Man?
I leave Anguilla tomorrow. Am I sad? Yeah, I am. Am I excited to move on? Yeah, I am. I have learned these last few weeks that life truly is what you make of it. The thought of a home is a comforting one, indeed. I do miss my old home in Savannah. But that was a different time and a different place. At this juncture I find myself having no one to answer to and no one to accommodate so moving around is pretty easy. I have met a lot of interesting people and seen things I never dreamed I would. In a month I have seen castles, the Eiffel Tower, a cow lay down on his own, bears carved out of trees, mountains topped with snow standing beside hills of green pastures, toilets that are freestanding and that you “rent to use” amongst other things.
But tomorrow I travel on. I am not going far but I am still moving on. My host family here in Anguilla has been incredible and so hospitable. I have been very fortunate to have such great hosts this past month. So, in leaving the delta I give you these pictures.
