My feet, my feet.
Under any circumstances I will never enter a beauty feet contest. I do not have a semi-decent feet to begin with. Many years of running on hard surfaces made a number on them. Well, the riding across the country is adding another feature to my lovely feet, already developed a thick crust on my soles. By the end of the ride I will have HOOFS. Oh well! All for cause and the fun.
Although, this is not the proper venue to be political, but, crossing Arizona and now in New Mexico I have observed and realized that the area given to these people is nothing else but desert, plain desert. Further more, visiting art galleries in these two States, I learned that most of the business owners are not American Indians. White American people and foreigners handle the commercialization and (speculative) getting the bulk of the profits. I don’t have any data for a professional analysis, just my nosiness talking to people and asking questions.
Long time on the saddle and away from routine makes me think a lot about different aspects of my daily life back home.
So far so good
No need for me to talk about the rides themselves. Only to point out that I am very happy doing this journey. Talking to people from different back grown is something I enjoy greatly. For example, yesterday I learned that the commission of a particular gallery for selling art work is 50%, also, with 2 sales a week they are fine, economical speaking. Is somebody would like to get in this kind of business I think is good one, practically no overhead other than rent and the salary of a nice looking lady.
Good nigh everybody,
Hasta manana senoras y senores,