The Statue and other man-made attractions aside, New England is truly a fantastic place: I visited Connecticut, went skiing and bagged eight 4000' peaks in the Presidential Range in the first ten weeks. Now of course I'm in aggressive acupuncture treatment for acute tendinitis in my glutes and hamstrings...
North Carolina was next on the list but this got sidelined by a few curve balls. The most difficult one to contend with was my itchy feet. They drove me crazy with their loud complaints: they desperately needed to get scratched by foreign soil. In addition, my soul was starving for another language and a different currency, new people, other food, and that great unknown factor. I immediately saw an opportunity to kill two birds with one stone.
I started talking to people. A friend at work suggested Spain; I thought Italy or perhaps Chile again; I ran into an old friend and told him my dilemma: "I have time off but need a destination". Five days later he sent this message: "Destination: I know a place that's simple yet luxurious, usually decent waves, not much else to do but swing in a hammock or chase ghost crabs."
|Courtesy of Los Cardones Ecolodge|