Research

Not a bad selection.  I even spotted another future goal "Bicycling the Pacific Coast: Canada to Mexico"

Stuff Bicyclists Like - Insanely Long, Perhaps Reckless Bike Rides

You know those nagging thoughts that linger in your mind, itching and gnawing every once in a while? Whenever I get one of those I think back to what I learned in the best film I've ever seen in my life:

“Farmer Hoggett knew that little ideas that tickled and nagged and refused to go away should never be ignored, for in them lie the seeds of destiny.” -Babe

Well, I've had this idea for a couple years now, so while I don't think it'll reveal any sort of destiny, I can't ignore it much longer.

Quest: 100 mile bike ride
Destination: a friend's place in Davis, CA (will have to check in with them first or else risk crashing at the Amtrak station...on the plus side there's an In-N-Out nearby)
Prep: buy bike patches, eat more protein, stop eating cookies and froyo
Logistics: route map pending
Countdown: 10 days

Will update soon

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Some favorite places in Berkeley

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To Build a Home

There is a house built out of stone
Wooden floors, walls and window sills
Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust
This is a place where I don't feel alone
This is a place where I feel at home 

- "To Build a Home" The Cinematic Orchestra

I can't wait to be home. Being in a state of errantry is exciting, and I've never wanted to be one to be tied down to one place, but there's something about a home. Maybe it's because I've been listening to Mercedes Sosa, but I mean really listening to it.

Empeze con la cancion "me gustan los estudiantes" y memorize la letra. Estuve tan feliz escuchandolo que hasta estuve cantandolo mientras camine a mis clases y no me importo quien me escuchaba. Luego escuche "Gracias a la vida:"

Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto
Me ha dado el sonido y el abecedario
Con el, las palabras que pienso y declaro
Madre, amigo, hermano
Y luz alumbrando la ruta del alma del que estoy amando

Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto
Me ha dado la marcha de mis pies cansados
Con ellos anduve cuidades y charcos
Playas y desiertos, montañas y llanos
Y la casa tuya, tu calle y tu patio

Esa cancion tiene una cualidad inquietante- susurra en mi oido y el alma de tiempos pasados con mi familia y historia, pero tambien de tiempos que aun no han venido.  Ese sentimiento es a la vez emocionante y tranquilo.

No se de lo que estoy diciendo. Queria practicar escribiendo en español, comi mucha azucar anoche y estoy emocionada que voy a regresar a mi casa- al lugar donde se que estan la gente que amo con toda mi vida.

Y queria escribir tambien. La proxima vez voy a practicar el uso de acentos.
Bueno.
Hasta la proxima vez!