what are you looking at

 What are you looking at. 

Cartagena CO

Working hard or hardly Working.. Kicking back in the shade

Tiempo para una siesta. En route from Baranquilla to Cartagena.

La Mejor Cerveza en Colombia

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One girl on the bus got up for an old woman.
Two old ladies greeted eachother like old friends.
Three people pulled us away from some con-men.
Four cops warned us to travel with caution.
Five Colombians laughed at my spanish.
Six workers enjoyed a siesta in the shade of a tall Palm.
Five persons yelled at us as we walked by.
Four people shared a wonderful conversation.
Three women told us about the funerary parade.
Two people have lets us into their wonderful home.
One city is vibrant and intensely alive.
Baranquilla, CO

Pollo y Raz en Barranquilla

 In flight from Panama City to Baranquilla CO

Female Road Narrative

Where are my female travelers? where is my woman Jack Kerouac? where are the stories of the women who pioneered?  No one has ever told me a story about female Frodo and Sam Wise with a vagina! Where are Lady lewis and Cunty Clark? Where are the stories of the women who decided the man in the shadows wasnt going to scare them into inaction?

I know they are out there, the women who face big snakes and giant cats, who carry everything they own in one bag and depend on the sweat of their brows and the strength of their backs to keep them alive. Where are the women, the women who keep walking when their feet blister and their minds wander. Where is my lady odysseus? The ladies who know that being strong means doing something like a girl. The women who know what it is like to be a female first, and a human second. The ones who say "I have a cunt and you just might have vagina envy!"  

When we go, we go with more things to fight against, when we walk we walk with more things to fear, when we dress, we dress with the knowledge that someone might call our short sleeves an invitation. When we plan, we plan for everything. When we do it, We do it as women! 

Here is the Female Road Narrative, and you can be sure well be even bigger than the Frodos, Well be even better than the Clarks and well be even more iconic than the Kerouacs. Here it is, for i am woman and I am the god damn fucking protagonist! 

Waiting

The further away i get from the darkness, the less detail i can see within it. The lighter i feel today the more yesterday seems like a very heavy dream. Its snowing outside my window, and i can hear the wind screaming. she wails out in impatience, yelling through the trees. Thousands of flakes fall from the sky in the blackness of night. They have yet to settle down somewhere to slumber, the wind keeps them awake. Now that the fog has cleared, now that i feel the sun, the steps i have taken to escape the abyss, the actions to no longer be alone, have left me with plans for greatness and all the doubt in the world. Here i am, back at home base, waiting for the starting gun. Here i am, watching it snow, watching the wind howl like a woman scorned. Waiting for the ground to freeze over so i can step onto the slippery surface and do my very best not to fall over. Here i am, praying i followed the right path, hoping my choice was the right one. Just waiting.