Varying Shades of Beige?

At UBC there is a change that occurs when one walks inside.  While one is outside they are connected to the world.  There is nature and beauty surrounding them.  Then you step inside and it all changes.  Narrow hallways are common.  The temperature is obviously controlled.  The walls are stark white, as is the ceiling.  The carpet or lino of the floor is a sharp contrast to the bright colours outside. There are windows, but they tend to be small and barred, as though the room is afraid of being too influenced by the outside world. At UCFV one could walk in and out of buildings without loosing the warmness of natural light.  Without loosing the warmth of colour.  The walls are not white.  The carpets and lino is not designed to be as far from nature as possible.  There is a connection.  We seem to be only one step ahead of SFU here.  At least the outside is pretty, even if the inside is awful.

One more day

Yes, that’s right, I get to Santiago tomorow. For those who don’t know, yesterday we walked 28km.  Yes, that’s right 28.  We got into Arzura (sic) at about 6:30 pm.  That meant walking through the heat of the day. When you hear the phrase heat of the day, imagine the sun on the hottest day of the year beating down on your neck.  Yeah, it’s hot. But we made it eventually.  Got in looking for a nice long soak in a tub… and there’s only a small shower.  Sigh. So I started off today sore, and with tight muscles.  But I wore that off, and had a great first six km.  Had a nice talk with a French Gentleman, and enjoyed the countryside.  Then my feet suddenly started hurting.  I still don’t know why.  But I pressed on and made it to the 12km mark where the check point was.  That was as far as my feet would allow me.  I took the van the last 8 km.  On the plus side it meant that I could rest for a bit, and soak my feet (there was actually a tub) for a bit, then take a nice long bath.  I’m feeling considerably more human right now, and should be able to make the last 18km tomorrow fairly well. Dad had a way better day today than yesterday.  He, for some strange reason, decided to jog it.  Yes, Jog.  20km.  But he made it, and was the first one in today.  Arriving just 1/2 an hour after the van.  I’m impressed. The views here are beautiful.  Huge vistas of every imaginable variety.  It’s lovely walking here (until the heat of the day). I wish I could put some of my pictures up here for you to see them, but believe me, they’re awesome. I was asked to talk a bit about the group that we’re traveling with. It’s fairly multinational.  There is a group of seven Australians who are friends and relatives (two of them live in London), there are four New Zealanders, two Californians, and two other Americans.  It’s a pretty cool group. Well, enjoy your days.  Oh, and has anyone let Zach and Clare know about this yet? Enjoy.