sitting

As of yesterday, I have lived in Lima for 7/10854 of my life.

I am full of dammed-in nervous energy; I have so much to report (and do!). As I've told Valerie, I oftentimes feel that writing gets in the way of telling.

Really, I can't simply write everything. That would be idiotic. I must filter, distill, and narrate. I can't just show you tomatoes, garlic, basil, and olive oil. I have to give you sauce. And sauce takes time to prepare and simmer.

So bare with me, my dear friends, while I learn to sit into my new landscape, language, and life.