I survived the overnight walk. Along the way we were told we were 'almost there'. I hate that. Unless I can SEE the finish line, we are not almost there, for cripes sake. We walked along a lane of luminarias with pictures and letters to dead people, all suicides. It was difficult, more difficult than what we had just done. Marti and I sat down in front of Geoff's luminaria and she took out her bag with her sister's picture on it and we hugged and cried.
There were too many dead people, too many.
I slept until 3PM today. There are blisters on my left foot. Sometimes all I want is to be left alone.
Eden is going to Amman, Jordan for 2 weeks on a shoot. She goes everywhere.