I just did the Facebook "How many countries have you visited" test: it's 49. And there's been a lot of walking in many of these countries. What if I die? The weird thing is that it's ok. I've enjoyed my life, done a lot of walking, learnt a lot of lessons and I've been true to myself the whole way and that makes it all ok. It's surprising how a little drama in one's life changes everything...this is what happens when I don't walk. Melancholy keeps in and melancholy doesn't like walks.