7. Dogs Are Barking

Johanna and I spend extra time in the morning to stitch X’s through our blisters. She tells me to leave a tag of thread hanging to wick the blister fluid. Then I bandage it up and Vaseline my feet and slide socks over. My toes squish, like mud. I hobble out the door stiff as … Continue reading 7. Dogs Are Barking

6. But First: The Nights

We sleep in bunk beds on plastic mattresses with plastic pillows and no sheets or pillowcases or blankets. We are pilgrims of simple needs. We sleep, when we sleep, one atop the other in tight straight rows down the room. The room is an old monastery, or it is a converted apartment stack, or it … Continue reading 6. But First: The Nights