Kerry: Heading Home AgainShe was in flats and I was in trainers but in my defense, she was in much better shape than me so I was the one who started to fade after we walked up-and-down these small hills, some on streets still paved in paving stones—a tradition not likely to be changed—and stopped to say hello to other strollers, particularly those with dogs, for what seemed like hours physically but seconds emotionally. We sat down on a small stone wall in front of someone’s house. We neglected to bring water so we were both parched. It was a bit of a struggle, for me at least, to get all the way home and when we did, we headed straight for the kitchen for water and she saw an unopened bag of potato chips and asked if she could have some and proceeded to devour them.
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