After a nap, I walked around North Phoenix for nearly 3 hours. It's hard to imagine that there is no beach or shoreline. As I passed each block, I kept waiting to see the ocean. Phoenix, Arizona is the equivalent of Ocean City, Maryland inverted. The land is almost barren, yet clean and free of roadside trash. I'm also reminded of Germany when I look at North Phoenix. The buildings are uniform in architectural style. Cactii and other desert-dwellers add a nice replacement for trees. I'm a little scared to cross the streets, and I'm even more afraid to walk on the sidewalks. People appear to be driving 60 - 70 mph in 40 mph zones because everything is so spread out in Phoenix and it takes twice as long to get places I'm told.
Tonight's cuisine was authentic Mexican food. I had a refried bean chimichanga. It had more flavor than Taco Bell food, which I've been eating in greater quantity lately--in preparation for my trip, I suppose. I was the only gringo (white boy) in the Mexican restaurant. I think the people were wondering why I was there. They were watching Univision, and I pretended to watch as though I understood the Spanish language. The Mexican version of Katie Couric was interviewing some other dame. It looked very dramatic. I feigned interest.
I did not find my Muse while I was out eating, but I'm starting to pick up the clues that she's leaving behind. One such bit of advice that I've learned is to stop planning my trips out in advance and stop making plans for my life. When I live in the here and now, and stop worrying about how things will work out, everything falls nicely into place. And I seem to meet the right people as though I've had an appointment with them all along.
Thank you Muse!
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