Monday 2/7: I’m sitting on my really robust, country house bed in the room that I share with Sandra from Spain. Listening to Sandra sing out of tune with her iPhone, in Spanish, while she’s dancing so that the concrete under her feet echoes outside the window. I can still feel the taste of blueberries in my mouth. When I’m done with this, I might just go outside in the sun, pick a few strawberries on the way to the pond, where I’ll take a swim and then lie in the sun and read the last, momentous part of “Anna Karenina” (no, I haven’t finished it yet. It’s embarrassing, I know).
Tonight, Lorri, the farmer, has promised to teach me how to make American chocolate pudding from scratch. (Isn’t it funny, that Lori of Whiskey Creek Farm and Lorri of Duckworth Farm have almost the same name? There must be something special with those Lor(r)ies.)
This is the 200th chapter about my trip. I’ve been traveling for 117 days. I have 29 days left. Part of me doesn’t feel ready to go home quite yet, while another can’t wait to get back and start studying again. I’ve learned so much. I feel like someone else. It’ll be interesting to see how long that lasts.
Katja Malmborg 