Yesterday was probably the worst day for my beautiful feet. Three times I got lost. For hours, I was around trying to find the right way, the right building, the right bus stops, the right person, the right framework of mind to keep on going.
I reached our flat right after midnight, and hit the sack as soon as I set the bed. I had the longest bus ride and “walk trip” yesterday that my legs screamed “leg rights abuse!” Now that I think about it, I want to do it again because in getting lost, new things surprise me along the way.
(more pictures later)
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