So I did some impromptu traveling. Not something I think I will do again. Flying in a plane and then riding a bus after spending the night in a bus station is not my idea of a good time. I spent the night in the bus station when I was twenty. I was in Brazil and it was miserable then too. So I don't think I will do it again.
I am the type of person that can like things to be very regimented because I'm in a wheelchair. My natural inclination is to fly by the seat of my pants. I was talking to my brother and he was kind of upset with me it seemed. I guess he had the thought that I would expect him or one of my other brothers or sisters to drop everything and help me just because I am in a wheelchair. My thought is this. I will ask people for help. If you can great. If you can't, that happens to. I would hope you don't feel bad if you can't help, but if it makes you feel better go ahead.
So what to do?
I get so tired of so many things and life is very complex.
Where did you go? Hope you had a good time when you got there!
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