April 14 2011
As I write tonight, I keep reaching up to itch my head. If you don’t already think significantly less of me, my shower average on this trip has been about twice a week (that average is relatively frequent, in fact, because when I was in cities I showered significantly more often).
I can’t be bothered.
First it was too cold to shower. Now I’m just used to it.
Working in nature, I feel so clean! I love dirt; I don’t love pollution. My boogers are never grey here; after one day in Rome they were the color of tar.
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