Day 151: The World War II Memorial

I'm sure I've mentioned this before. But I'll say it again: "I love the rain!"

I am on an Amtrak bus heading to Salem today to teach piano. I don't think I have anything profound to say at this moment. I have a lot on my heart. I think I will close my eyes and pray. Plus I am feeling a bit of motion sickness coming on.

Talk tomorrow.

Happy Wednesday! :)

Peace,

Zita

Update: I am here in Salem at the transit center waiting for the bus to my first student's house. I had a nice, healthy lunch at the Taj Mahal. Wonderful Indian food. I find it second nature now to not put any bread on my plate. :) After lunch I walked downtown past our state capitol. And for the first time, I walked over to the World War II Memorial. Next week I plan on spending more time at the site, reading all the names and historical plaques. And praying. But now off to teach piano!

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