Who's time is it anyway?
August 2, 2015
Locked in the passenger seat, driving about the back roads of Samoa, I wrestle with controlling time. I have no control, of course. I am not driving nor am I deciding. I am along for the ride, during which others choose how to spend the time we have together.
Herein lies my greatest frustration with visiting the many places I go. I am out of control. I mean, if course, out of the place of taking control. And for those who...