My grandfather passed away many years ago. Sometimes I see my grandfather channeling through me loud and clear… I wonder if certain life memories are true or bent and reshaped over time or a reflection and distortion of a remembered photo… either way, I’ve always remembered my grandfather to be stubborn at times, prideful, strong-willed…. and so I blame him for my faults and transgressions (I also wonder if some character traits I THINK came from family genes, aren’t magnified and re-assigned as a comfortable excuse).

All that said, I am pretty sure my granddad hated asking directions and would stubbornly plow through, even if he were lost, trying to get somewhere. I feel his spirit of rebellion coming over me in such situations and from time to time, can feel the bitter temper inside that he showed on the outside.

Today I walked far too far and got far too lost while the rain came pouring down. I simply wanted to get back to my hotel and just lay in bed, read, sleep. I could have easily taken a taxi and delivered myself to the hotel doorstep… but I knew I was so close, and stubbornly kept on, around and around, until I finally found it on my own… drenched and water-warped… I did what I said I would (to myself). I rebelled against the world and did it on my own. Sometimes I wish I were not so much like my grandfather… and so stubbornly wet.