You will see Many Many things

"If all had gone the way a lot of people thought it would, Jesus Christ would have been among us again, and the American flag would have been planted on Venus and Mars.
No such luck!
At least the World will end, an event anticipated with great joy by many. It will end very soon, but not in the year 2000, which has come and gone. From that I conclude that God Almighty is not heavily into Numerology" - Vonnegut

Traveling to see the Garcias in Mexico, building a house for them, meeting Sergio and Manuel, I can remember some details, but much is lost because many great things happened. Dad can always refresh the cloudy memories that a journey makes, he remembers how the vendor at the Taqueria was selling the meat in the Gordita saying, "Dookie." Or so it sounded, she meant Turkey. But, I can say that the Gordita was the best I had, totally different than the bastardized matter that Taco Bell markets as a Gordita. It was so simple and fresh. In Alaska, everyday we ate bear bacon, elk sausage, and caribou country-steak, delicious, and of course the meal included some fresh poached fish in cream sauce. The little things i remember, just as much I forget.
I am on the grueling, 12-hour flight across America via Chicago International Airport, and through Fairbanks Alaska, over the vastly vacant Pacific Ocean, into the next day of Tokyo Japan, The flight is not so bad, I have made friends with my row-mates. One is returning to Thailand from school in Arkansas, I don't think that she is coming back to America, adieu. The other is meeting her husband in Tokyo, they will be stationed in Okinawa for the next 3 years. Wow, and I don't even know their names, I probably won't ask. The flight though operated by American Airlines and United Air cooperatively, is largely catered to the Asian patrons....and rightly so, most of the passengers are Asians. The captain's messages are translated into Japanese, Alice in Wonderland is the feature film for this flight, with subtitles in Chinese, we were even served teryaki chicken and ramen, terrible by the way. We are flying at an altitude of 30,000 feet at 535mph, the Outside air temperature is -42 degrees.
I am no Andrew Warhola, I do not want to be a medium for recording my life, I am no stenographer, I am not good at remembering what happened yesterday, I do wish that I taped my voice and listen to myself speak more, a sort of self-understanding therapy. But I want to remember, be aware of my travels, be vulnerable to experience. But sometimes vulnerability connotes weakness, maybe it is. I don't care. I am weak to the strong world around me, 20 people died the other day from Floods in Arkansas, what can I do? So be it. I am humbled. The stalk with the heaviest head of rice bows the lowest.

p.s. The girls names were Patti and Sequoia, we introduced ourselves as we left.