By Maryanna Gabriel
So off I went. I knew the reading part would be okay. It was driving in the dark in the fog that was intimidating. While I grew up in Vancouver, it has been a good long while since I negotiated the route to East Van. Did I say a while? I girded my loins and tightened my seat belt as I made my way.
What was with the tunnel under the Fraser River? Cars were going all which ways as traffic lights directed outgoing traffic down incoming lanes. Hate that. Who knows why? I believe they are building new lanes which is causing the havoc, but in the dark fog it was impossible to tell. I white-knuckled my way through.
Well, it was all fine and dandy after I realized my life was intact and my pulse normalized. I love reading and it showed. It was nice to connect with the literary community.
"I knocked on the door wondering how this was going to go. There was the sound of a bolt moving back and the door creaked open. Holding my breath, I stepped in. It was a crowded room, a jumble of bric a brac and gaudy religious paraphernalia decorated every available space. A squat rotund woman with bulging eyes peered upward...." from, Walking The Camino: On Earth As It Is.