Thursday, October 07, 2010
Happiness is red boots
Since it is hunting season in France, which means the woods and byways are filled with overzealous, gun-toting Frenchman eager to mistake anything that moves for a wild boar, I have taken to urban hiking.
As much as I still want to see a wild boar, I don't want to be someone's wild boar.
There's plenty of extreme urban terrain around here and I can be a tourist while I walk. I can also window shop while I walk. In one nearby town, which is walled in and precariously perched on a cliff, there are oodles of paths and switchbacks with stairs leading down to the valley below. I've been on every one of those paths, zigging and zagging my way to some middle- aged sort of endorphin high.
I was meant to be inside this body and this body was meant to move, frequently.
That's about it for now.
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