Let’s just get all the anxieties out of the way before we leave. Teri worries her late flight will be too late and I worry my (previously broken) back won’t survive the mattress, so i get shots in my back. We peruse our lists. Have we forgotten anything? Have we packed too much? We perseverate until our rational thinking returns and promise to leave the worries like dust on the Playa floor.

I was not prepared to break my wrist weeks before my trip. A flip-flop trip up the stairs broke five bones, one which was visible, and landed me in surgery. The cast came off today and a black Gothic laced-up brace, which will be a necessary accessory to my Steampunk outfit, was fitted in place.

Dr. M skirted my only tattoo nicely, leaving a vertical scar on one side and a mess of stitches were the bone pierced the skin. I will be a good girl with my exercises, but try not to visualize how i’m going to tie, lace, button, pull up and pull down without assistance from daughters and tent mate.

I secured a doctor’s note for riding any available handicap transport, but a blog came through today from my twin’s friend that reiterated walking was the best mode of transport. Riding bikes sends you flying past too fast, missing out on interesting experiences and new people that you won’t miss on a good walkabout. Maybe my journey will be slower and maybe it was meant to be! Stay tuned!