You’ve got to love them. I’m talking about the young folk of the Pacific Crest Trail. We had dinner with our son Wiley and his girlfriend Riley, I know, yesterday. One of the things that he brought up was a geographical mistake on my part and that is that the PCT runs along the crest of the Sierra and the Cascade Mountains and not the Rocky Mountains as I had written. OK, will have to edit that post. But also he was talking about a phrase that came out of his trek which was, “smiles per hour”. Keeping track of your smiles per hour instead of your miles per hour is that switch from quanity to quality in our lives.

The movie theater was crowded to see the film about the art treasures of the Vatican. I really wasn’t expecting so many people. I guess we have an island of artists so it makes sense. I didn’t think that they would be interested in religious art but yes they were. But it put me right back in art history class were I first became enthralled with this particular art. I throughly enjoyed it and was deeply moved. Raphael, Michelangelo, Giotto, da Vinci, Caravaggio, Fontana, Van Gogh, Chagall, Dali and more were there. Check it out if it comes your way.

www.sharmillfilms.com.au/?p=3824

Well, I am off to the city today to the hospital to get a scan of my insides. My doc has moved this procedure from every two months to every three months so I take that as a sign of him relaxing somewhat with my situation. So, the results of this scan will set the course of my treatments for the next few months. People and myself praying for my cancer to be in a withering state or at least not on the move. This is the most anxious time of my health reality, these points of waiting for a glimpse inside my body to see what is happening.

But, we will continue walking for the moment just like always. Thanks for your friendship and your interest in this blog and the thoughts, hopes, wishes, thankfulness that we delve into. In the end it is all good, alperfect. Thanks for walking with me, love, Felipe.