Monday, January 26, 2015


We are on the plane, poised to transit from 22 degrees Fahrenheit to 22 degrees Celsius. I'm wearing my magic lonjohns that will melt away as soon as I disembark from this plane. We will rent a Pathfinder and navigate by sign shape, not sign text. We will pull over at the maccaw observation site that the proprietor of the bird watching store in Carrboro told us about. I'm hoping there will be some sort of "Okay not to know Spanish" tourist trap of a restaurant to ease us in to our first meal.

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