I’m turning my back on the isthmus. Just for a week. In a move that has been my move for years now (taking off the day after the last class – to write, recover, prepare for the next set of events… and excitements; never forget the excitements), I am flying off.
Where to? Well, I could give you many great hints, but I’m ready for the “huh?” that would follow. Indeed, the NW airline agent asked as I checked in -- by the way, where is XX? I told her the country where XX is located. She persisted: where is that?
So, a hint: it’s about as far in Europe as you can go to from Madison.
I’m pausing now in Detroit, but my flight is boarding. Off I go.