Day 27 Sunday July 27, 1997 I sucked in that fresh mountain air. Ahhhhhhh. It was beautiful. Fantastic. My lungs were singing with appreciation. I felt like hyperventilating, just to give the two sacks of airy goodness a little treat. With the chilly refreshing mountain air and the experience of the past two days, I woke with this awareness that I am not the same young lad who arrived in Europe less than a month ago. I am different. I’ve changed. When I started out, I was an insular, shyish young man. I enjoyed watching others have all the fun, taking all the risks, enjoying all the fringe benefits of carefree philandering. Like the proverbial pigeon, I was content to peck away at the odd scraps tossed my way. But as the sun set last night,
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