A treat for my feet
Today I treated my feet to a pedicure, a luxury I rarely enjoy. Today I treated my feet as I was reminiscing on all the travelling I have done over the years, and I thought about all the walking my feet have allowed me to do and I remembered all the horrible situations I have put my feet in.
From having them spat on by a 82 year old man in Java, to giving them elephantiasis in Sumatra – well not exactly, but they definitely did not agree with a 12 hour train ride and swelled up so much they would no longer fit into my shoes.
I once rewarded my tired feet in India by treating them to some Birkenstocks (a well-respected shoe, known for their comfort) sadly in my haste to purchase my new shoes and reward my tired feet, I neglected to notice that I had not in fact purchased Birkenstocks at all and was actually the proud new owner of some ‘brokenstocks’ (no wonder they were so cheap)and as the name would suggest they quickly broke.
My feet got me to the top of the mountain in Palenque, Mexico even though I had twisted my ankle the week before. My feet wanted to kick some sense into the complaining supersized lady who refused to climb to the top of the mountain and just sat and gave up instead, thankfully my brain talked them around.
My brain however was on vacation when I tripped in the Vatican, Rome and swore loudly and some may say inappropriately at my feet for being so clumsy.
My feet help me to jump for joy when I need to such as driving around the United States and finally finding snow.
Today I treated my feet, as without my wonderful feet I would not have been able to explore all the many wonderful places that I have.