<div class="floatleft">(http://i63.tinypic.com/2eqf9j4.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Peter Warcaof</span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">CGDA Benefactor</span></strong><br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</div></div></div>Our trip is well planned.  We’re taking a route of keen beauty.  The mountain in the distance has been photographed innumerable times.  I give some thought to taking a picture myself.  No, I’ll not do that.  Take it in, savor the moment.  Besides, I’m not too sure of how to take a picture with my phone.<br/><br/>We arrive at a shop and restaurant.  Way better than a Cracker Barrel!<em>Hee-hee!</em>I rather like the bracelets.  I indicate that I’d like 10.  I set upon the honorable track of negotiating the price.  It may be that proper etiquette worldwide is to negotiate.  The seller starts signaling 10 somethings and I shake my head, holding up 4 fingers.  We settle on 7 and he is smiling.  There is a substantial handshake, a rather swooping pumping of the well handle as it were.  We smile more and nod at each other.<br/><br/>I walk up to my companions and present each a bracelet.<strong>“A gift for you.  They seemed nice, so I thought, why not?  I have others for people we meet.  Maybe it can be an open and friendly gesture.  At least, I hope.”</strong><br/><br/>When we get to the food, I wonder if Jaclyn and Jekesai have hatched a diet for me.  Why are we restricting the amount of food?  They seem set on sharing and saving some for the ride, something for later.  Oh well, maybe at some stop I’ll suggest me being in charge of provisions, snacks and what-not.<br/>