Tuesday, April 17, 2012 It's been two day since leaving London; miles away from everyday life. Not a vacation, not yet an adventure. Each person bringing aboard tales and expectations, projecting images clearly viewed only from the audience side of the screen. The roguish alpha male, un-matey mates, cultural clichés and those desperately and beautifully searching for the home we all know is lodged within. Tents? They serve a purpose, sheltering from possible storms; harboring easy sleep and vivid dreams. Is this the reason dreamers, mystics, hermits and explorers always made ceilings of clouds and skies? By roofing in and protecting our bodies do we limit and enclose our imaginations and aspirations? A hearth heats forward to four walls, an open fire toasts our faces, leaving our backs open and vulnerable to the world. Tuesday, April 24th Romania, Roma to the world... generous and beautiful with the sharp plane of cheeks and faces. Despised within Western Europe. Back to a romance language. Do rounded vowels soften emotions? Drinking beers at a refuge in the gorge, the waitress brought beautifully hand decorated egg to our group; a bit of hospitality not forthcoming with the Hungarians. Crossings borders and thinking occupations, collaboration, resistance: the difference between moral and conquered choice. Realizing and acknowledging the difference is never clear. We are lonely animals searching for a den, facing the world, protecting our flanks. I am content.