It must be the effect of nine days in one place but now that we’re on the road again it’s like starting the trip all over again. Gary forgets to shift gears. I forget it’s his birthday. We can’t get our bearings; the maps don’t explain why nothing makes sense. Like this parade for no reason that anyone can explain. Or the ringmaster who knocks on our camper door and offers to buy it for the Jordan Brothers circus. We are frazzled travelers boondocking in a Guatemalan gas station. Where does he think we’ll live if I say yes? This silver cage on wheels is our home.
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