Alas, there is hardly sufficient time for blogging. But I will give some snipits as to the happenings so far. Maybe I'll start with today and move back in time. I woke up crispy-eyed at 5:45 and spent some time on a project for my class that the professor never even got to. Then I read some. I dined in the company of spinach onion omelettes (back for seconds) and hash browns. I also popped my first fig. I don't think one "eats" a fig, one "...

It feels appropriate to state here that I have made it to Halifax. I have made it to Halifax with one less duffel than I started with. My beloved fedora trails behind in either Chicago or Boston, or, if it is the rogue I know it to be, somewhere inconspicuously between the two. And the tracing continues! At least, bag-less and all, I am fond of the seafood chowder.