I’ve always thought that horoscopes were kind of ridiculous.

Here you have a series of predictions, ostensibly that will apply to everyone, but there are only a dozen of them in total. This means that everyone on earth has been divided into 12 groups, and each person in a group will have a remarkably similar day.

Seems logical…on opposite day! Ha!

I’m dancing with the girl in yellow, pivoting and swirling, a little surprised that she had returned but resolute that this dance will be better than the last.

She smiles and matches my movements, following more closely than last time, more easily picking up my improvisational modern dance movements over my more traditional and slightly flawed Latin dance moves from 15 minutes previous.

And then she’s a fist.

It’s the final day of my 72-hour bus ride from Buenos Aires to Lima, and the seats around me have turned into a strip mall, my fellow passengers into skeptical (but willing) customers.

Day two on the three day bus ride from Buenos Aires to Lima.

I’ve discovered a number of things today about travel and about myself.

The bus is late. This shouldn’t be a surprise, but it is.

As a clunky green giant pulls up, looking a bit like a dilapidated, heavily curtained refrigerator from the 70′s, the contrast between my ride and the other, sparkly, shiny, clean and friendly Argentine buses is clear.

The Idea of Things

One of the last things my ex-girlfriend and I did before we had our Breakup Party and left LA was take a sporadic trip to the Grand Canyon.

We were talking the day before and both thought it would be good to go see something so epic and breathtaking before taking off on our own paths, and it absolutely was.

For the first 5 minutes or so.

After those first 5 minutes we stared politely a bit longer, exclaimed for the third time that it looked fake, and then decided to hike a bit down into the canyon, both feeling that we really should. I mean, we came all that way.

Not only that, but everyone else seemed so awestruck that it would have ruined the mood to just hop out of the car, stare for a few moments and then …

I don’t know about you, but I’m really looking forward to drinking from a water fountain.

The Renaissance was a time of great intellectual and artistic prosperity; many people were pulled out of the mud and darkness of the Middle Ages and shown a bright, shiny, new future – one of endless possibilities.