Ladies and gentleman I regret to inform you that when I return you might not recognise me. In fact, I doubt you will even be able to see me. Not to worry though, in my place you will find two giant calves. Yes, that´s right, after all of our excursions the only thing that´s left of me are my two giant calves.
Every step I take in the city, on our way to the beach, or through the vineyard I feel a residual soreness in my lower legs. This in part has to do with the lugging of luggage around town, up stairs, and up onto bunkbeds. I am never quite rid of the feeling of soreness becuase just as they begin to recover, we go on another epic hike or find ourselves stuck at the bottom of a valley with the only exit being millions of stairs under the light of millions of stars (not too bad when you consider that hot springs were the reason we ventured into the valley). The sum of all this though is that my calves have doubled\tripled\quadrupled in size which will be bad for recognition but good in terms of winning the speed walking olympics.
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