Crossroads - Stamford, CT
Crossroads. The title of one of Eric Clapton’s (well, Cream*) greatest tracks and an awful chick-flick starring Britney “bury me in a Y-shaped coffin\*” Spears. But both (presumably**) discuss the same topic - being at a juncture in life with various paths ahead of you.
A little perspective: I have left Mexico and returned to the US for a brief repose from the whole travelling thing. It was reasonably easy to leave Mexico, 7 weeks in moreorless the same place (Puerto Escondido) was enough. The surf had dropped off and I had had my fill of beautiful beaches, perfect weather and an endless supply of cocktails. It was about 10 minutes in to the flight out, that I began to wonder if any of that was actually true. How, exactly, had I had my fill of the beautiful beaches, perfect weather and endless supply of cocktails? Why was I trading it all for cold weather, city life and American people?
Well I don’t have an answer for that. But for now I remain in Connecticut, considering my options. And making silly videos.
And onwards. Where should I go next? Answers in the comments please.
P.S. Apologies for taking so long to update
P.P.S. Double apologies for using a Phil Collins video in the previous post
- Well, Robert Johnson actually
** Definition, made popular by Blackadder
*** I wouldn’t know, I spent most of the film asleep (or wondering if Britney was likely to get her kit off)