I became a pen-pal to a girl in Israel and young man in Palestine. It breaks my heart to see how helpless they feel, and how the violence has impacted their lives in such crippling and terrifying ways. And they both, so much, want peace. They have hope, though, so I guess I must have it, too. I hope to meet up with them in a few years in Italy.
Over the past two days I was the first to summit the Siula Grande (in Peru) from the West side, crushed my tibia into my knee joint, got caught in a blizzard, fell 150 feet into a crevasse, hiked out, and crawled my way back to base camp with frostbite while going snow blind, suffering from dehydration, almost dying of ketosis (not to mention hypothermia, dehydration …), using the last ounce of my energy to call out for my climbing partner. I’m down now. I’m okay. Not to worry. I’m okay.
I’m freaking exhausted.