9/25/08

Im on a tour of my grandmother's previous house, and we're in the garden. There are lots of berry plants. There are two blueberry plants, remnant from her father who was a blueberry farmer in his later years. It is revealed that he also used to raise sheep and mushrooms...I decide to travel. I am at the airport ticket counter, and apparently I am on my way to "The Middle East". I have my old yellow cell phone, and I am advised to leave it with a friend. I don't really know exactly where I'm going, it's somewhere near Afganistan. I realize it will be very hostile. I'll probably go to Israel and Petra..