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An interview: Remembering the Gut it matters

3/20/2018

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My friend, Sarah found my recent post on the gut  interesting and decided that this is what she would want to know:

These questions are from the post: Re-membering the gut: It matters
 
1.What is the micro biome? 
 
It is a micro eco system in the body that can be influenced even before we are born. The micro biome is affected by our diet as well as our spiritual and mental states and that of our mother and father.
 
2.It sounds like you define “goodness” as having the correct organisms living within us. Can you explain?

3. The good/benevolent organisms do not cause any harm to the body. While, pathogens in the biome are not beneficial, they create a potentially harmful environment. But the microbiome is complicated. I believe that we do need pathogens to create a balance with the beneficial bacteria. I don’t believe that it is our goal to totally ameliorate harmful micro-organisms, we just need to make sure that the good ones have the most influence in the microbiome.  The pathogens in our bodies are like weeds. We need weeds to create stress, so the good bacteria can respond and become stronger. We need a certain amount of stress to survive. When the good bacteria fights back they become stronger.
 
4.  You cross over between the physical and the nonphysical several times in your post about internal flora. How are these connected in relation to the biome? 
 
Mind, body and spirit all interplay in health. They are interdependent. The spirit and mental body can influence the physical. For example, if (one) is feeling hopeless and stressed this can make the individual more vulnerable to disease and pathogenic bacteria overgrowth. In this mental state, they might not be able to fight off a pathogen, which could lead to disequilibrium in the biome.
 
 
 5. Do you consider the species that live in our biome to be non-human? Why or why not?
If we were to count every cell and micro-organism in our bodies, 10% would be human cells and 90% would not be. Our bodies are mostly water so in that sense we are like the ocean, filled with many different kinds of life—coral, seaweed, and fish, as examples. Another good analogy for our body is a garden.
 
 
6. Can you give an example of a decision we might make and how it affects us physically, mentally and spiritually? 
 
Research shows people who meditate on a regular basis develop new neuro-networks/pathways in the brain. Studies also show practicing mindfulness makes people more compassionate. So hypothetically, if you make a decision to meditate you become more kind to others and to yourself. When you become more kind towards yourself you are more aware of the foods you choose and the people you are in relationship with. As a result, you create a potentially beneficial environment for bacteria to reside. If you raise your vibration you will attract more like energy both in your internal and external environment. Of course there are exceptions, seemingly good people get sick—there are unknown factor that we cannot explain in life.
 
7. Do you think our inner biome is a reflection of our outer relationships, or the other way around or both? 

I think, in general, our inner biome is a reflection of our outer relationships, but it is complex. There are very unhealthy people who have positive relationships.  I would venture to guess less so the other way around.  
 
8. What is an example of how we can change our genetic code? 
 
Research on genetics shows that our behavior is more important than our genes. We can influence our health outcome more on what we do than what we have inherited.  We can also start to be the drivers of what happens in our off spring.  If we start a generational shift of good healthy behavior then we can conceivable start to change how the genes are encoded in our offspring.  There is an excellent Nova film The Ghost in our Genes that gives good examples with this.
 
9. If you wrote a book covering the importance of balancing our inner and outer biomes, what would you include in this book?
 
I would include case studies. Case studies speak to readers. I would also break the subject of inner biomes into the physical, mental and spiritual categories giving examples on how each can influence the individual and the condition of the gut.  The case studies would show how dis-ease could be addressed by looking holistically at a client to determine the underlying factors that have contributed to their illness and the best treatment plan to help them find optimal wellness.   
 
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It's not personal...

3/2/2018

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It's not personal
When I take in this beautiful scene from the air this morning 
When the flight attendant doesn’t smile at me as I board
When I am running late but still make my second connection
But it is canceled anyway mid boarding
It’s not personal 
When I am driving back home from Charlotte and there is a four car pile up five cars ahead of me
It’s not personal
When I see cows carreled en-route somewhere and one stares me in the eyes as I pass by
It not personal
When I don’t get a reply to the email I sent
It’s not personal 
When I I get the room I requested on the upcoming retreat 
It’s not personal
When I am not sweating much at the Spin class 
It’s not personal
When a client is late or says they are better because of something I did
It’s not personal 
When it rains or the sun shines or I catch the beautiful full moon when it peaks out from the clouds last night
It’s not personal 
When she doesn’t hold the door for me
When someone complements me
When the car in front of me doesn’t signal
It’s not personal.  
I tell myself this.  That nothing is personal
Even though everything seems to be
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March 01st, 2018

3/1/2018

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Redemption

2/5/2018

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​I reached out to ‘our teacher’ to teach a class on redemption.  He hesitated. 
 
So I will tell you a story of redemption and forgiveness. Self forgiveness.  It starts with a crow that perched outside of my office as I met with one of my clients last Wednesday.  The crow seemed so out of place to me that I tried to point it out to the  woman in my office, but she ignored me and talked on.  It wasn’t until the next day when out for a walk that I thought of the meaning of the crow but it was still alluding me. 
 
Not minutes before on the walk, I had been getting other messages that I should have noticed, messages from my dead friend Ken to call his wife Cindy.  I thought of Cin and my Aunt both people who I owed a phone call to.  Ken even joked with me on the walk and said, ‘you are the worst guesser ever.’ Something he used to tease me about when he was alive and I used to lord my psychic powers over him.  
 
I hadn’t called my Aunt on Christmas and hadn’t talked to her in awhile.  I had sent her a nice gift for Christmas and she responded with a lovely note.  A note that oddly said, hope you have a great 2018.  Nothing about seeing her this year.  I used to visit her and my family in Rochester so sporadically that I guess she had given up hope that I would make it there this year or maybe she just knew…

When I was growing up she had been my and my siblings second mom.  Always there for us when my parents were overextended.  Filling in the gap with loving care.  Throwing my wedding and baby shower when I was a young woman, taking me to OB appointments, bringing food to our house when we were small, babysitting so my mom could grocery shop.  Her kids came a few years later, after she had mothered us for awhile.  Even after she and my uncle adopted my cousins she still mothered us.  She was there when my mom was hospitalized one summer for a chronic condition and the day that my mom almost died of a massive hemorrhage.   The day  before Katie, my daughter was born.  She and I had just arrived home from my last OB appointment to find my mom unexpectedly home early from work.  We heard her fall. I got to her first and screamed for my aunt to call an ambulance.  She was a rock for me that day and the following day when I gave birth.  She was there visiting when my parents couldn’t be.  There for Bill and me with her unassuming reliable presence that was soothing.  
 
 Life hadn’t always been kind for my Aunt but she never complained. She was a master at giving.  Kind of like the Giving Tree book. This year sadly many in my family weren’t there for her for various reasons. Everyone had good intentions but… . 
 
She had a soft, kind slow patient way of speaking and moving.  Steady.  I am not sure why I didn’t call her that day when I got the message from Ken or the message from my grandfather, ‘you missed my funeral because of your work.’ Show up for your aunt.’  The gentle urges were there I could feel them telling me to call her. To reach out to her. The mason jar I grabbed to make kombucha and the wave of love I felt for her remembering how she used to can.  Mentored Bill in the art of canning.  He even named his start up canning business after her, Auntie’s Cupboard. The random thoughts I had of her the day before she died.  The thoughts of facetiming with her.  Wouldn’t she love to see our home in Asheville? My brother later told me that he thinks my grandfather pulled her out of here.  Things had gotten hard for her on this physical plane.
 
I had all the best intentions to reach out to her.  I thought I had time. I will do it later.  I will call her next week.  My cousin said that she was doing fine the day before she died.  There hadn’t been any signs that she was sick. 
 
Friday I ignored a call that I heard coming through thinking it was something I didn’t want to deal with from work.  I noticed later that it was from my parents and was surprised they had called me so late.  I was thinking I would call them in the am.  Then I got the text from my brother Doug, “Does Liam know?”  She fell in a parking lot picking up food for dinner.  They had asked her when it happened was she ok, did she want them to call an ambulance?  No she was fine. She died a few minutes later in her car.  
 
I sobbed when I heard—I just needed one more day to call her.  One day to tell her how much I love her.  To tell her how much she had meant to me and to thank her for watching over me as I grew up and that I was sorry I couldn’t have done the same for her, as she got older. 
 
Bill and I went to the salt cave the next day in Asheville.  It was for a yoga nidra class.  The teacher talked about intention and what did we want to bring in and I thought of self forgiveness.  How this guilt wasn’t going to serve me.  That I needed to let go of it or it would make me sick.  The teacher then directed us to our third eye, what image we got there and the crow came through. It had portended death. 


I did call Cindy today.  She said she was doing well.  How one of her adopted kids was acting out.  Mommy you were so sad I couldn’t help you anymore her daughter had said to her. How things were better for them today but…and then I knew why Ken wanted me to call.  I got off the phone relieved I had called my friend. Maybe I was able to help her.  Just by calling.
 
When I hung up, I was grappling with the big picture.  What was the meaning of all of this.  What am I to learn from this today?
 
I texted our teacher for guidance, maybe he would have some random insight. His classes often timely.  He texted back that he coincidentally was working on it.  And then it came to me.  Redemption. Finding a little bit of forgiveness from above and from within.

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Being Swept into the Unfamiliar

1/29/2018

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 Foot slipping

Being swept
Into the unknown
The air is moving quickly
I am trying to keep up

I cannot think
Just move with the flow

​Of this new and
Unknown feeling
That is sweeping
Me into the future

​Known as the Unknown
The unfamiliar territory 
With a wind that has suddenly
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Changed directions

This poem came to me listening to Praying.  I didn't realize the personal relevance to the automatic words I wrote in poem form until I remembered that I  found out today the 'Situation' has taken a turn  and it is favorable  for me or so I pray that it is.  
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Comme ci Comme sa

1/28/2018

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1/28/18 I think one of the most important things about writing is being real.  Not trying to present yourself so that you like yourself or others find you endearing but being raw.  Raw but with the edges chiseled so at least its palatable.   

How’s it going so far with being healthy?
Come see comme ci  comme ca


I started out early, on New Year’s Eve totally motivated.  Cooking multiple meals and snacks as I watched PickupLimes totally entranced with the recipes and Sadia’s way of presenting them.  My husband was mostly neutral on what I put before him.  I think he would have rather the cocktail hotdogs but he politely went with my enthusiasm.  I had already at that time been vested in eating plant based but it wasn’t until finding Sadia’s channel that I started to enjoy cooking. 

Since the 1st of the year, I still am deeply rooted in veganism (probably more so) and continue to cook food for myself and my grocery bill has gone down, but I am slipping in the last few weeks.  I have veered back to eating more sugar.  It started when my friends came for dinner last weekend and I made them black bean brownie sundaes. 

Like any junkie my drug of choice slithered back into my life surreptitiously and embedded itself in my kitchen and heart unnoticed.  It started in DC the first weekend there, the delicious cupcakes at Rise Bakery (everything GF) and the contest with Bill which carrot cake cupcake better theirs or the gluten free ones from the bakery down the street?  (Read more under https://www.yogablog.co/juice-cleanse.html​)


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'A firm decision steadies me'...my sister's words to me

1/21/2018

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The Road less Traveled...yesterday, today and tomorrow

1/18/2018

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I am not sure if I found psychiatry or it found me.  Maybe a little bit of both.  My sister and I shared a room and were very close.  She struggled.  There wasn’t a name then for her difficulties but they were there nonetheless and being close in age, vicinity and emotional connection in some ways I shared in her plight. 
 
Growing up friends would say that I would make a good psychiatrist; that was when psychiatrists did psychotherapy.  I wanted to emulate Scott Peck after graduating from nursing school and starting my first job as a nurse in mental health at the Benjamin Rush Center working on an adolescent dual diagnosis unit back in 1988.  I saw Dr. Peck speak once and thought that the road less traveled in treatment was one that I would take.  The belief that somehow the physical and mental were deeply connected to each other by way of a spiritual thread was a philosophy I held and hold dear.  Not the Decarte model of senseless disconnected parts, one beheld by mainstay modern medicine. 
 
Little did I know that the road I would take would be a circuitous one leading me this way and that appearing to have little purpose if viewed from a linear point of view, one journeyed from hospital, outpatient facility into business, yoga teaching, back to school for my master's degree and finally to where I am headed tomorrow to herbal school.  From an aerial view my varied experience does make sense at least to me, melding in all that I need to have in order to provide the best care to my clients while running a viable business.

True healing can only be accomplished by incorporating (yoking) the mind, body and spirit. One, interdependent on the others. This has been proven to me through my training/experience and path, and most importantly through an inner knowing of Truth which has always spoken to me. 
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​As a healthcare professional, I can provide a guiding post to the route that needs to be taken by the people that I  serve but the steps need to be climbed on one’s own with the help of their highest Hope for healing, the faith of worthiness that they deserve wellness and with their truest desire to get there someday, if not today then maybe tomorrow.  This is my belief (be live) as a healthcare professional. 
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Re-membering the gut: It matters

12/3/2017

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Re-membering the Gut: Maybe it is called matter because it does.
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I have been working with healing myself as well as others and got to thinking about our biome. The one giant biome and the millions of baby biomes that reside within. Did you know that we have few cells comparative to the critters that dwell within us that are comprised of bacteria, viruses, fungi and the like? Candida Albican or C-diff if you need the names of a few.
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These microorganisms within us aren’t all bad. As a comparative think of the ocean that holds many different species. Yes, within us dwells many species, most of which are foreign to us-at least from a conceptual point of view. Some of these species are beneficent while others are pathogenic and harmful creatures.

Our goal with health is to move the unhealthy critters out as we invite the lovely ones in. Unfortunately, this doesn’t happen in a second, minute, hour, day or week. This is a slowwwww evolutionary process that starts before we are born, a process that might not be finished (to our liking) during our lifetime or even through multiple generational lifetimes, if at all.
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Ultimately this is what we ALL want though on an intrinsic level. Benevolence. Goodness. For others and ourselves. This is human nature turned upright. We might argue that this isn’t true for everybody but it is. We want to invite the happy, sweet, benign critters in and coexist with them. This is where true bliss resides. We just may not realize our power and even our desire to do this.
From a consciousness perspective, we are left with this plight, this challenge AND OPPORTUNITY to change the biome one critter at a time. Our big old biome is passed down through our ancestry with a decision tree of who did what. The decisions we make in our life matters and the ones that had been made before us have had an impact on us. As a collective for our survival and for the survival of other species that we depend on and that depend on us, we need to start to make better choices on which food we eat, the soap, detergents that we use. The people we surround ourselves with and invite into our personal space. The thoughts that we think. The words that we say. The love and hate that we share. The anger or gratitude that we express. The light that we let in or don’t let in. The spaces that we dwell in or the lack thereof because of clutter. It all goes into an individual and global algorithm that gets factored into the environmental health of us and the world around us.

The gardens that we plant. The spray that we spread. The people we behold or abuse, the animals that we bring in or farm out. All things matter in the smallest and biggest of ways. The drugs, herbals, alcohol, coffee, juice, birth control, chemo, opiods, benzos, antibiotics and pesticides, and smoke that we inhale, ingest and then excrete out that later gets into the air, soil and waterways; all of which will factor into the health of the biome.

It is in the way that we birth and the rate in which we chew and the amount of time we spend at drive through windows that all factors into who we are and who our children are, what we are and how we look from the inside out. The grass that we walk on and the grass fed animals we ingest or don’t ingest. The clothing and shoes that we wear. All of this goes into which critters we invite in and those which are pushed out. Each time we make a decision we decide on what really matters and what we want to house within and around us. Into our microbiome and macrobiome.

It all shapes us—the thoughts that we have, the God we pray to and the face that he or she holds. Everything we do shapes our biome. Defines who we uniquely are. So it is with the decisions that our mothers, fathers, grandmothers and daughters made (and will make) that will ossify us and re-create our genetic code and the inborn errors of metabolism that develop from there. It is by our own hands and the hands of our ancestors that the biome is manipulated and mutated. Like a mother in a brew it starts as a base and then morphs outward.

It is the exercise we get. It is the TV shows that we watch, it is the books that we read. In the violence that we take in and the curse words we send out, and the fears that we harbor. It is the smiles that come from our heart that goes into the matter housed within and around us.

It is in the breaths that we take in, let out or hold; in the anger that we feel and feed. It is in the trash that we dispose of and the trash that we compost and then later garden with that will tweak the biome in subtle and not so subtle ways. The biome represents the essence of us, our mind/body/soul that we carry in dense and energetic ways. It is in everything! Everything. Everything matters because it is matter!
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So this undertaking of changing THE GUT is an important one, a crucial one, a slow, deep and mindful one. One that needs to be done with much care. We cannot sweep our house clean in a day even with a good probiotic.
But we can usher one friendly friend in at a time and when we do the unfriendly ones will be forced to leave. There will be no room for them. They will be squeezed out and forced to be remade, in some creative new way.
So with each decision think of which critter you are inviting in and which one you are ushering gently out to be transmuted elsewhere. Think of each action and the probable ensuing result. You decide and then re-member that you (and I) are responsible as we have the ability to respond everyday in everyway.

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My week away in Europe

9/24/2017

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I have three brothers and they are all different.  They are all funny but one, hilariously so.  (Yes, and my kids are good looking.) But truly he is and they are…
 
Anyway, I have a strange relationship with my brother, Tim.  Some would say we are very close and others, not at all and the truth is both of these statements, true. When I was a teenager he, two and some odd months younger than me, would act like a pesky younger brother and feel a need to get into my stuff.  My parents had a soft gaze on my comings and goings but Tim’s was like a laser beam. Like the time, I came home a bit tipsy from all the frivolity and fun to be had.  He left a hilarious note on my pillow get ahold of yourself sister, you are an embarrassment to the family with your wayward behavior.
 
He came into this world old and he hasn’t aged much through the years. I told Tim that I am going to Europe with Bill and upgrading to first class with Bill’s frequent flier miles.  Tim announces loudly Of course you are, Kristin!  And then I meekly tell him Bill is flying Business Class as his company allows this for international flights and a few rows behind the elite class where I will sit.  Kristin,  you aren’t going to be sitting with your husband? he scolded. “Lower your voice, Tim,” I reply, “I don’t want Paulo (his partner) to hear and think ill of me.”  Don’t worry sister, you are on speaker-phone. 
 
So with this, the story of London, Brussels and Paris unfolds.  I may interview people and get sound bites of their opinions on various things, take pictures or not write at all.  We will see.  
 
I asked the guy today at REI in the shoe department fitting me with a comfortable pair of walking shoes, what should I ask the Europeans?  What would you want to know? What are you curious about? He tells me that he’s curious about their diets. Does it  differs from ours, is it simpler?  Do they eat based on the seasons?

 London:
Our days are filled with sight seeing at the daunting London Tower, eating surprisingly delicious food: meat pies, high tea, Japanese lunches and sweet treats after yoga.  My favorite thing was jumping on the back of a motorized rickshaw with a Hungarian man after having drinks with friends at a posh hotel.  He regaled us with stories as he munched on a sandwich weaving us through the streets of London one night.  The cold breeze whipping at our cheeks as he deftly maneuvered around traffic made me especially feel alive and free.
 
Brussels:
Onward to Belgium on the Chunnel, EuroStar to walk around Brussels where we meet his coworkers and counterpart for dinner  at an ornate restaurant as we gorge on many courses.  I find the bathroom most interesting.  Clear glass with side by side male/female symbols and then opaque once you close yourself in the stall.  Neat stuff…I am hopeful that I will get out of dinner tonight with Bill and his work mates. I don’t drink and the long cocktail time and multiple choices are tiring even though I did have fun last night. 
 
I send a thank you to Sylvia, Bill's European counterpart, for her hospitality last night.  Sylvia is German but works here in Brussels (on the weekends she shuttles home to Frankfort to be with her husband) and she replies thank you to me too and she looks forward to me joining them for dinner once again tonight.  I don’t comply. Instead I busy myself alone for the day with coffee yoga and shopping for chocolates.  I don’t eat much food and feel lighter.  I need a day to decompress and detox. At yoga, Juan the teacher is surprised that I can tell that he has trained with Simon Park (and Shiva Ray). You practice their style too?  No, I stammer, not really.  I lived in Philly when Simon had lived there.  He dated a fellow yoga teacher, Tina a young beautiful girl. I remember Tina, he gushes.  (I tell him this is doubtful as Tina and Simon dated more than a decade ago but he insists that he knows Tina.)  He tells me Simon is now with CoCo.  Cool, I say as I pet his dog Sama (Samadhi).  I hear him telling a lady behind me as I am walking out the door that Sama is bitchy today, she’s getting her period soon.
 
After yoga I am greeted by a Syrian woman who is holding a child asking for money.  I tell her that I don’t have any Euros on me (which is true).  Her eyes hold sorrows I can't begin to understand, and I wonder where how her journey landed her here, and she doesn’t seem to believe me as I reluctantly walk away. I need to get some Euros!  
 
The people in Brussels are friendly and patient once they realize you don’t speak French.  As soon as I say Bonjour they smile like they are indulging a child before quickly reverting to English.  The chocolates are delightful (my favorite a simple raw chocolate square) and I find a vintage Italian designer shop very well priced not far from the hotel.  I walk to a fine arts museum with Bruegel’s work highlighted.  Amazing sculptures and paintings.  The museum cost eight euros and best of all, no crowds!
 
The food is spectacular and normally I avoid meat, cheese and bread but here I am partaking in all gastronomic experiences.  Fresh tasty and delicious with no ill effects. European food is so flavorful!  The city is filled with men with machine guns and army vehicles.  London was on a “critical alert” but there was barely anyone in the underground Tube or the streets except a few police officers  joking with one another, but here the militia is everywhere.  Although in the museum after the checkpoint, I just see one  guard and he is sleeping upright.  I stare long enough that he eventually opens one eye. It is a walk-able city with cobblestone streets, buses, statues, coffee, bier and chocolate shops .
 
Paris:
It is my last day in Paris, Bill has just left for a flight back to DC.  My flight to Atlanta isn’t for a few hours.  It has been a magical weekend here.  The Eiffel Tower, churches, museums, cafes and walking everywhere, all spectacular moments scattered in such a short time.  Conversing with the people. (There are far too many homeless people here and it saddens me to see that many of them are woman with children.) 
 
We are staying in Montmarte.  A good choice, a village within the city that reminds me of Asheville within the Carolinas (people even bring their own bags I am told by the Lov tea guy).  Quaint, friendly hovering to the northern end.  Our hotel is perfect.  A large room with hardwood floors, windows that open slightly and overlook a courtyard with an art deco design within each room.  The most efficient and well managed hotel that I have ever been in (other than the Concord in London which was also spectacular in its own rite.) The staff smile when they see you, they speak perfect English and are incredibly helpful and accommodating.  Everyone has been so hospitable on this trip.  They don't seem to mind the Americans at all in any of the countries we visited and we are surprised by this given our current political climate.

​Our waiter the other night says he loves his job as he smiles and gives a coin to a homeless man passing by  the tables outside.  He says that when he was young he was ambitious and cared about money but now he just wants to be happy.  It is evident that he is. The food is unbelievable.  It tastes like food.  Something that I remember from childhood when you could taste the freshness of strawberries that were perfume tinged in color, taste and odor. 
 
Bill bought me a book to read for the flight called the The Only Street in Paris: Rue des Martys written by a writer for the NY Times originally from where we are from in Upstate New York. Elaine Sciolino.  The first day I find this street that the book highlights, coincidentally just a few blocks from our hotel.  I show the book to an older man who runs the cheese shop at the end of the street.  (The book is about the nuances and idiosyncrasies on Rue des Martys, the street that she lives on.) He at first seems very French and standoffish when I walk in but warms to me when he sees the book.
 
He pointed to the poster that he has in his shop of the book and tries to find where it talks about his shop in my English version.  (He has a French copy under his desk.)  He is able to locate the chapter with a picture of his cheeses. I ask him to autograph my copy and he seems pleased as he signs it with his distinct bold signature.  I leave Elaine a note saying that I stopped in and have her book and grew up near where she did in upstateNew York.  It is a small world indeed.  Bill had no idea when he bought the book of these synchronicities.
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Later when I get home I read the chapter about this man and his wife. He hasn’t had an easy life; has studied cheeses intensely and is a master of his art.  He is 80 and still plays tennis.  He has been married to the same woman since he was in his teens. In the book is says that he doesn’t like foreigners.  The Italians touch the cheese boldly and the rest of us fail to make conversation first and say bonjour. Luckily I failed to do what was expected of me. 

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