I woke up this morning in Big Sur after barfing my way up the last 40 miles of the 101 last night. What can I say? No one warns you about the post-stroke anxiety attacks. I think it was that last shot of the coast off Cambria as the sun went down that sent me into orbit. I mean, I literally catapulted my body clear over the console from the front to the back seat to roll down the window and take it all in. It hardly seemed real.
Do you know how insane it is to be so happy but at the same time so overcome with nausea that you can’t even move your eyeballs? Big Sur has been on my bucket list for over 10 years and I’m not going to let anything ruin it. I hope to see it all.
One more cup of lemongrass tea and I’m taking it to the Redwoods and the coastline and everything in between. Wish me luck.