Alive

I am alive and in a big way. Even though it's started to rain here in Tunis and it's been cold and overcast most of the day it's hard to imagine how this trip could have ended better. The sheer volume of insane experiences in the past several days boggles my mind. If I actually were the doughty traveler I ostensibly claim to be, given the title of the blog, I might do the whirlwind of madness justice. However, I am an often timid, perpetually paranoid, and maddeningly self-conscious traveler (that much I have decisively learnedà. Traveling for me is like getting on roller coasters; I despise the thought but commit myself to it. When I can't back out, I spend much of the time screaming and fighting to maintain sphincter control. But when it's all over, or at least in this case, I can't wait to get back on the rollercoaster, even though I am delighted to get off.

More coming soon, I promise. (And if no one is actually reading this, then I will definitely continue writing as if I had an audience waiting feverishly on my every word. So HAH)