In the morning, As I walked by her room I was greeted by the sight of Teresa practicing yoga completely bare. I had no sense of sexual come on, just a totally uninhibited female expressing safely in her own home. I sat here and admired her elegant beauty. She finished, smiled , donned a robe and served breakfast. I was torn throughout the day by Teresa’s welcoming presentation and my sense of not wanting to stop my journey. It was obvious that I was more than welcome to make myself at home in Sarasota. It was not even an strange town as I attended school there twelve years. I took a walk through the downtown area I was familiar with ten years earlier. Having a homecoming in the company of a gorgeous woman was enticing. But I was having disconcerting feelings about abandoning my traveling goals.
I had not followed up on other opportunities, because of the call of the road. During this year I choose not to accompany Marshall to Vancouver Island, turned down an offers to spend a winter working a mine in British Columbia and stay at my parent’s house on Martha’s Vineyard. I was certain that any of these attempts to curtail my travels would not sustain , as the call of the road was powerful. As attractive as it seemed to settle in Sarasota, I was certain it would only lead to heart ache as I no doubt would feel the urge to resume travel. I made my decision to leave before another night. Early afternoon witnessed our embrace and farewell as I walked away humming Bob Dylan’s “Don’t think twice, it‘s all right.”