leaving San Anselmo in one piece
Crossing the street this evening a car moved into me, and pushed me forward a couple of feet before stopping. Thank god it was moving slowly. I jumped out of the way, looked at the startled driver, and moved my way back to the sidewalk.
I am still perfectly intact, but amazed by how it feels to come so close to having your body and dreams snapped up in a moment. A few seconds, and a little more speed could have had me in a wheelchair.
Luckily, I am fine, and it made it safely to an authentic Mexican restaurant for spicy prawns, flour tortillas, rice and refried beans. California can always redeem itself with Mexican food. Near death experience? Give me some hot sauce, fresh corn tortilla chips and homemade salsa and all is forgotten. Promise.
Tomorrow we leave this sunshine state and head up into Oregon. I'll miss the sunshine, and the comfort of our friend Carol-an older belle for Carolina- and her cozy home, but am looking forward to new scenery, new tastes, and hopefully some safer sidewalks.