We’ve been discussing Life After Girona lately. Ireland? Italy? Switzerland?
Or, maybe, no plans at all. Perhaps we’ll wait until the last minute – the 88th day in Girona? – before we decide where to go next.
Here’s the conundrum: if we decide to wait until the last minute, isn’t that a plan? Can the absence of a plan be a plan itself? My mind quivers like jostled Jell-O.