Wish I had an atlas with me. A big paper world atlas. One whose pages I could write on—latitudes and longitudes; countries left to visit on the African continent; degrees from here to there. It is 9614 miles to Albuquerque from Johannesburg. Crazy cawing flocks of birds are flying overhead. It’s spring, where are they coming from, going to? Are they crows? I am still feeling discombobulated about being here. Thought it… Read More