If anyone knows the wherabouts of the charger for my Australian Nokia phone, please share. The two days before walking out the door for an overseas tour are always dense with orchestrations. During these days I start slipping out of my daily neighborhood rituals as my consciousness starts its slide toward the other side of the globe. I just this moment received the following email from an Australian acquaintance: “No Way… C’Mon Megan…. Do i have to unveil the surprise? All of the sketchy details are there: water, wind, boat and sail. I promise you wont starve from the exciting height of which all this will take place. Promise. If you really need to know i will tell you, otherwise travel safe and call me when you feel refreshed. I will need to kidnap you around 11am on sunday as we are locked in for a midday appointment with Fun.”