Not on my trip, yet neither at home. I'm in a default place, a place I've been to before. Where I don't need to plan much for, and is always there in my heart. I learn more about it each time I come. A place where I relish in habits and rituals.
Today for instance I go to my regular dinner haunt. Instead, I'm told they are closed for spring cleaning until Monday. Instead of dinner, I am offered the story of their exisrance. Their community, their sheep, their restaurants and mate tea products. Instead, they offer me a roibus tea and mate bar, and a seat from which to hear their story unfold.
As I walk along the main drag, I pass by a man practicing his didgeridoo skills with a black pvc pipe, in a particularly resounding entrance to an otherwise regular insurance office. The shops around here are more upmarket than I remember. But here they put their true self up front, in front of the glass storefronts.
I have my dinner at a place recommended by where I otherwise would have gone. Here, if you were not already on a cleanse, they will help you on that path. There is a fair amount of choosing involved in my order, and the server makes one feel that one has made the perfect choice each step of the way. Cashew ginger dressing? Why that's what everyone gets here. Sure you've never been here before?
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