Book Review: Plainsong by Kent Haruf

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I received this book in the mail as part of an international book exchange. But the person who sent this is a friend and she picked this for me because the author lived in Colorado and the novel is set in the rural plains of Colorado. While this book has been around for awhile, it is a part of a series (according to Goodreads.com) and the most recent book was out in 2013. I had not heard of the author and so had no expectations. But I enjoyed this book immensely.

It is a fairly simple story that follows the lives of community members of Holt, Colorado–a fictional farm-town on the plains East of Denver. The characters are multi-generational. While the characters are not poor, they are also on the edge and a lost job or bad crop could spell disaster. But mostly, the stories seem to highlight how people in a community will care for one-another. I get the sense that we are losing true community as populations swell, people pay less attention to each other and rely on each other less. So this book is a nice reminder of what small town life looks like, or used to look like.

In the end, this novel is a beautifully woven tapestry of the muted colors of peoples’ lives that invariably intertwine. The kindness and humanity of the old bachelor farm brothers who take care of an abandoned teenage mother and the very young brothers who befriend an old lonesome woman seem to reflect each other. No matter the age or life story, kindness is kindness and love is love.

Book Review: The Pearl that Broke Its Shell by Nadia Hashimi

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I borrowed this book from a friend who read it over the Christmas break and loved it. I, however, had mixed feelings. I recognize that this puts me in the minority. I see a lot of online reviews praising the story telling in this book as though it is staggeringly remarkable and I just can’t agree about the craft. But I do think it’s worth a read in some instances. I enjoyed it at times, but I did not love it and was even a bit annoyed at times.

The book traces the path of a young girl growing up in Afghanistan. So, already you know what this story is about. She is married off too young to a man who could be her grandfather and is nearly killed in childbirth, is beaten by him and is generally treated horrifically by her new family of in-laws and additional wives. Her story is different though in that, as a child, she had the opportunity to go to school–being from a family of only girls, this story sheds light on the practice of making a female child into a boy, a bacha posh, who is allowed by society to move around the world like a boy. This is a great help to mothers who cannot leave the house and need errands taken care of. Of course when the child hits puberty, she has to return to her female identity. As a result, this girl becomes literate which eventually saves her life when it becomes necessary to escape.

The heroine finds inspiration in the parallel story of her great-great-grandmother, Bibi Shekiba. Shekiba was also a poor village girl, mistreated in every possible way, who eventually found herself living in Kabul and witness to the modernization of Afghanistan–before the Russian and Isis backslide, of course.

Both Shekiba and Rahima, the protagonist, have interesting stories that keep you wanting to know what will happen next. They both seem marked for better lives. The cruelty they experience at the hands of their relatives, other women, and the attitudes of society are frustrating and causes some dissonance for the reader to reconcile how horrible people are to each other. It makes you wonder how minds will be able to be changed and while Shekiba and Rahima rise above, they feel like a minority, and the treatment-of-women (often by other women) situation feels pretty hopeless.

So, the stories are interesting and compelling, but the way Bibi Shekiba’s story is told seems pretty sophomoric. Rahima is often visited by her aunt who tells her the story of Shekiba. Throughout, the aunt has to be there to continue the story. And Rahima asks to be told about her. But by the end of the novel, the author just continues with chapters about Shekiba. So, she clings to this plot device for 2/3 of the book before finally abandoning it into a much more comfortable parallel telling of the two stories. I think after reading Marra, my expectations for story weaving are pretty high and so I found this device annoying and difficult to overlook. The writing, at moments, uses a bit of imagery, and the bird references are a nice linking device, but there should be so much more of this to engage readers, transport them to Afghanistan, and allow for a moment of reflection. However, the lack of much imagery or thought makes this a very quick read, which I appreciated once I realized that I wasn’t going to love it but wanted to finish it anyway. I more easily forgave the editing lapses, like the accidental point of view shift in Shekiba’s stories. The editors hurried through the book and so did I!

So I think this is a good read if you are unfamiliar with the experiences of women in Afghanistan or if you need a light quick read for the beach or airplane. If you only love literary fiction, there is not much here to sink into and you should go pick up one of those Anthony Marra books.

 

A 5 Day Piece of the Silvretta Ski Tour

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Last week during the European version of Carnival holiday, we ski toured for 5 days and 4 nights on the Silvretta tour along the Austrian-Swiss border. This is quite a famous ski route, known for being of intermediate level and an excellent first hut-to-hut multi-day tour. Both of these claims were true. Route-finding was easy with maps, gps, and traffic. Climbs up and ski downs were engaging and slightly challenging, yet short enough to not completely wreck us. The huts were the most comfortable I have yet seen–all with hot showers, private bunk rooms and very high quality food. Overall, this was an outstanding first multi-day/hut tour for us and our friends.

In looking at the tour online, it looks like we did what most tour-operators and guides end up doing with their clients. But there are so many huts and routes in the area. Everyday we ran into people who were touring to other huts from us, so it wasn’t a total crowded highway situation. All of the huts give a small discount to alpine club members. We are members of the German Alpine Federation (DAV) but our friends from the States were also able to show their American Alpine Club (AAC) membership cards for the same discount (we also maintain our AAC membership). This is a change in recent years–AAC members used to need to purchase a hut stamp to get the discount. Please always join one of these clubs before heading into the mountains. Helicopter rescues are expensive and you’ll want to be covered in the event of evacuation–which is common.

Like most people in recent years, we began our tour by leaving our car at multi-day parking up the road in Galtür, and skiing a half day at the huge party-obsessed Ischgl resort. A new tram at the far side of Ischgl enables tourers to begin the Silvretta with a simple off-piste ski down to the Hiedelberger Hut.

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Having only previously spent nights in huts in Italy and Germany, Hiedelberger was our first DAV-run Austrian hut and we all loved it. We booked the space early enough to have a private room for just the five of us. Private rooms have their own sinks and an extra nice touch is that they also give you a small towel–quite a luxury in ski huts! But the best aspect of this hut was the staff. They were all so friendly, welcoming and helpful. You could tell they took pride in the job they were doing. This may have something to do with their proximity to the ski resort. Plenty of people ski down to the hut for lunch and then continue back out below the hut where you can re-access the resort lifts. But we appreciated their kindness and their cooking.

On day two, we got out of the hut by 9:00 am and were on our way up the valley and over the pass, to ski down to the Jamtal hut. The wind was howling, but it was a clear, sunny day, so we appreciated the visibility. It took us about 4.5 hours to ski from Heidelberger to Jamtal hut. There are no glaciers to cross on this leg as long as you stick to the direct route. The ski down was soft and enjoyable–tracked but not crusted. I think the wind helped keep the air cool and the snow soft. To get down to Jamtal, you follow a riverbed and there’s a point where you navigate around a large rock and get your first glimpse of Jamtal hut. Famous for its size and ice climbing towers outside, Jamtal is quite a sight to behold in the backcountry.

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This is a large and busy hut. They have a snow cat shuttle service to bring people up from the village so it is often used as a weeklong base for mountaineering classes. So the hut was full of people ski touring, people staying for a week or longer, and tourists who also ride the snow cat. Everyone talks about how Jamtal hut is the best but it was not our favorite. It was the only hut where we had to purchase booties–all other huts provide shoes. Compared to the Heidelberger hut, the service was downright rude. But we saw them being nice to guides and their groups so maybe ours is not a common experience–as an unguided ski tour group, we were in the minority. They do provide free soup in the afternoon which is a nice touch, but the food at the other huts was much better quality. Our room at Jamtal was the best–it was a corner room with 5 beds and was large enough to have a table and chairs.

We stayed at Jamtal for two nights with the plan being to ski some surrounding peaks in the second day there. But a blizzard blew in our first night and the next day it snowed hard with driving wind. It was not safe to venture far out. So we did a snow walk, took naps, practiced crevasse rescues on the indoor climbing wall and did some beacon search practice in their outdoor beacon park. If you are stuck for a day at Jamtal, there is at least more to do and more space to stay in comfortably. We felt fortunate that our only bad weather day was the one where we were scheduled to stay put. What luck!

The day after the blizzard was beautiful–little wind and blue skies. Everyone in the hut was anxiously getting after it, so the first quarter of the tour out the back was a bit of a busy highway. But groups splintered in different directions soon enough and we were alone on the glacier up to the pass that leads to the Wiesbadener hut. While there is a lot of snow filling crevasses right now, we did have a member of our group who has fallen in crevasses before–broken snow bridges where others were able to cross. So we put him in front and roped up for the glaciated climb up. There is only mandatory glacier crossing the last quarter of the climb up to the col. We made it without incident. With all the fresh snow the day before, the ski down to the Wiesbadener hut was glorious.

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With more bad weather pushing in that afternoon, we decided to have a big lunch at the hut and just stay put, enjoying the views, the beers, and the showers. The Wiesbadener had the largest showers and there were no lines, despite the hut being quite busy as it was a Friday afternoon. The hut is more rustic than the Jamtal or the Hiedelberger, but we preferred it the most as it was cozy and the staff were hilarious and so friendly. The people really do make an experience. The Wiesdbadener sits at the base of the highest mountain in the regions, the Piz Buin. The views were stunning at that hut. I mean, they were, of course, incredible everywhere because it’s the Austrian Alps, but from this hut, with that high craggy peak and its glaciers on the flanks and nearby ridges, it was a lovely afternoon of soaking it all in.

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There is a road that leads down to the village from the Wiesbadener (this was the case at all three huts–which is comforting to know if you need to get down). But one valley over is a much nicer ski down–actual powder turns instead of just wedging down a road cut. Our last day ended up being pretty big as you have to do a climb up to get to this other valley, do the ski down to Silvretta Strasse, and then do several kilometers of skating the road down to the town of Wirl. The road plows stop at Wirl for the winter. When we arrived in Wirl it was a bit of a shock to be around cars and a lot of people again. We hopped the free ski bus down to the next town, Galtür, where we’d left the van, and where we spent a leisurely hour changing into shoes and drinking a celebratory beer.

I can’t think how this tour could have been any better as our first multi-day multi-hut experience on our own. Maybe we could have felt a bit more confident about being comfortable with some of the short peak summits. We didn’t try any additional climbing though our group was certainly capable. We will go back to the region for more weekends and start hitting peaks from there. This whole adventure was a great way for us to try out our skills and get more comfortable navigating on our own in the Alps.

Next year….Dolomites???

A Ski Tour to Rotondo Hütte in Realp, Switzerland

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A gigantic perk of living in Southern Germany, for us, is proximity to the Alps. All my adult life I’ve wanted to live near or in the Alps. So we jumped at the chance to live where we do now. Financially, it’s not sustainable for the long run–but that’s a story for another time. For now, we love where we live.

As avid weekend warriors, we were looking for an overnight ski tour to a hut that would be good preparation for the ski tour we will do in two weeks over Faschings break in the Silvretta mountains in Austria. About a four hour drive away, near Andermatt Switzerland, we found a trip that would fit the bill: a solid, long climb up with plenty of options for mountain climbing and variable skiing on the way out.

As befitting our lifestyle, we have a simple camper van that we drove out on Friday night and camped in some overnight parking. With several friends, we set out Saturday morning for the Rotondo hut at 2571 meters high. The tour up to the hut is popular and well-marked. It took us about 4-4.5 hours to get up to the hut at our nice, leisurely pace.

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Even though it is the middle of February, we are having quite a spring spell here in Europe. After the record-breaking snowfall of January, it’s been quite pleasant recently. So we were able to go light, knowing we would have clear sunny skis and little wind for both days.

The Rotondo Hut, maintained by the Swiss Alpine Club, was quite lovely and nice as far as mountain huts go. It sleeps about 80 so it’s not too huge. But the lounge areas are cozy and the dorms were as nice as they can be for a bunch of bunks in a row. The bathrooms only have 2 stalls but that was not a problem and they were quite clean. The boot room is warm and equipped with plenty of multi-sized hut slippers and there is a drying room for skins and wet gear down on the bathroom level. Right now, the patio is almost completely covered in deep snow, so there is little hang out room outside, but that was the only mild complaint.

The hut hosts were so lovely–so nice and helpful. When you spend the night in a hut like this you usually book half board which includes a three course dinner and a breakfast as well. The food was good and plentiful and the coffee in the morning was quite satisfying which is not always the case. This hut also provides free “marching tea” in the morning–they boil the glacier water and add some flavor so you can fill your bottle for the ski day. I should have taken more advantage of this as a liter and a half of water is 12 francs!!! But when supplies are helicoptered up once or twice a season, commodities become very expensive. As a brand new vegetarian, I’m not used to informing anyone so I was stuck picking veggies to eat out of the goulash. But you can let this hut know ahead of time if you are vegetarian and they will accommodate. Lesson learned.

Of course there are the typical hut problems–the bunks are all on one slab of wood so you can feel people move. It’s high altitude and mostly men so there is a lot of snoring–always bring your ear plugs! People get up all night for the bathroom. And groups leave early–some as early as 4 am. Unfortunately these people are not always considerate and will fiddle with their packs and gear inside the sleeping dorm. It’s all a part of the hut experience.

Sunday morning, half our group descended via the skin track up and three of us opted for a tour and adventure ski out, making a nice loop of the mountains. We went straight out behind the hut and up a bowl to a col. After a climb of about 90 minutes, we reached the col and could see the flat glacier down below. It’s the white part of the overview above. We hiked down a bit of rock and then skied down the glacier.

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We had to do one last climb at the bottom of the glacier to put us up at the high cirque to avoid the avalanche gully trap below the glacier. Another 90 minutes-2 hours of climbing and we were up and traveling over the undulating high terrain. We reached a high point, ripped skins and skied all the way down to the cars in the valley encountering every type of snow from powder to ice to chop to thick crust.

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It took us about 5-6 hours to complete the loop out which was a bit longer than I bargained for and so didn’t have enough water. This was a little rough as the sun was bright and air warm and we had to exert quite a bit both to do as much climbing as we did and to ski as much thick snow out. I was definitely worked Monday and needed a serious rest day. But what a lovely tour. There were so many options out there both to ski and to easily tag high peaks if you wanted to grab a summit.

This was a good shakedown and I’m feeling confident about our upcoming multi-day tour. I don’t think we will encounter anything more strenuous than we did this weekend though we will have to carry crevasse gear for some glacier travel. Though I’ve been injured all fall and winter and unable to run much, my work with my osteopath has ensured that I am in good enough shape to tackle this challenge. Fitness-wise, I felt great this weekend, so let’s get to Austria!

Review: Emelie Forsberg’s Sky Runner: Finding Strength, Happiness, and Balance in Your Running

IMG_5075I love to read about running. I love all running books–training, nutrition, mental game, history, inspiration, etc etc. I have become a student of the science and craft of running and a follower of running lifestyle. So I was primed to enjoy Emelie Forsberg’s book about her journey to be one of the world’s best and most accomplished mountain runners and ski mountaineers. Emelie is an athlete I already follow on Instagram and beyond because I always loved how happy she looked and how humble she seemed. In the Instagram world, you can tell pretty quickly which athletes truly love the spiritual flow of running, and which ones just love their own abs. I am not inspired by the half-naked ab chicks. I love the people who are moved by running and nature who I can feel a connection too. Yes, Emelie has tons of talent, but she’s always smiling and always looks so grateful to be in the mountains doing what she loves–even at mile 84. So I pressured my husband to buy me her book for Christmas and he complied 🙂

I enjoyed this book as a light read about Forsberg’s thoughts on her journey. She includes some recipes, some exercise ideas, some interval ideas, and a sun salutation progression as inserts among her story about her professional running journey. I really enjoyed the last section of the book about her attempt on Cho Oyu with Killian. As an armchair mountaineer, I quite like a good mountain climbing read. Additionally, I enjoyed this as a photo-journey. Killian provided all the photos and they are of professional quality (because of course–what can’t he do?)–it really is a picture book that will look nice on a coffee table or in a place of prominence on a bookshelf.

I would have to place this book firmly in the “inspiration” -only category of running books as it is not particularly informative. It’s more of a reflective piece on how Forsberg found herself becoming an elite athlete, making a living from running and skiing, and then some reflections on how she finds balance in making a living from her sports while also always finding joy and love there. Many ultra runners seem to have a hard time transitioning from normal life to full-time athlete and still maintaining that love and joy. She continues to reflect on the balance she needed to overcome an injury and surgery and then how she incorporates nutrition, farm living and yoga into her life to form a complete whole. There are some training tips but they are pretty hap-hazard. Either Forsberg does not want to or cannot share her true training strategies, or she really is a whimsical runner and can just go out and do whatever she feels like for the day. Mere mortals tend to need a bit more regimen to avoid injury. She has some nice ideas for how to incorporate some speed play and how to incorporate some intervals, but the advice is really, just, “so… do some of this sometimes if you want.” Even the strength training descriptions are so vague it is difficult to use as a tool to inform your training. Perhaps you could use some pieces here and there as a way to think about your own training, but you need to turn away if you expect to find a complete picture of what she does and how to do it too.

I think I will continue to use this book as an occasional flip-through when I want to feel a little inspired or when I need to remember to not take training so seriously. As an aging runner, I need to prioritize strength and pre-hab and relaxation. In other words, I need balance which is really the central theme of Forsberg’s thoughts. I’m glad I read it but I’m not particularly blown away. I would have preferred some more specifics so that the first half would not sound so repetitive. I wanted to learn something.

If you approach this book as Emelie’s story, you will be inspired. In the end, we all need to not take ourselves so seriously and find things we love as much as she loves mountain running.

Review: Anthony Marra’s The Zsar of Love and Techno

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In recent years, no other author has broken my heart like Anthony Marra. I read his first novel, A Constellation of Vital Phenomena, about three or four years ago. It was one of those books that you wish will not end because you know you will never find any other words so beautiful. No other novel will be able to compare. I half-heartedly read other books after that until I found Marra’s second book, The Zsar of Love and Techno. Billing itself simply as stories, it is decidedly not just a collection of short stories. It is very much a cohesive novel written into stand alone stories. Once again, I am left wondering if any book can ever again impart so much magic for me.

The stories jump from various locations in Russia (mostly Kirovsk) to Grozny and the Chechen Highlands, beginning in 1937 and spanning through to outer space, the year unknown. There is an interesting connection via a painting in the first two stories and then by the middle of the third story, you begin to realize that all of the stories will have characters overlapping in some way and that this is perhaps not what you thought it would be at first. It slowly dawns on you that each story is a vital piece of the whole and that all of the stories will be linked by the painting.

The second linking device is the use of a mixed tape, made by one of the characters, but that also forms the organization of stories, as though each was a song. There is an A side, followed by an extended intermission in which we learn about two central characters and the origin of the tape–to be opened only in case of emergency, and then the side B stories do a lot of ends-tying. All stories, characters, and time periods converge so beautifully by the end of the second to last story. You see it coming and know you’ll weep but that does not make the resolution any less powerful.

The final story is the last end to be tied–Kolya must be the last person, Russian of course, the only human survivor of planetary nuclear holocaust. We know that his brother Alexi’s name will be the last human word and thought and it’s delivery is so poignant it cuts through the solar system, into the great beyond.

While I think the devices Marra confidently uses in all of his work are marks of literary accomplishment–shifting time, points of view, narrative voice, perfectly chosen imagery, diction, plot, overlap, etc–his real genius lies in making forgotten people profound. He humanizes people, places, and wars that most Americans, and world citizens alike, know nothing about. He then expresses through these people love so pure and heartrending, you can’t help but feel that these people could be you. He makes you care.

Like I said, I believed that I had been ruined forever from enjoying another book again after loving A Constellation of Vial Phenomena so very much. But this book has touched me again at my core. It is so extraordinary. Please, someone, give this man a gigantic grant so that he may continue to write and write and write…

 

Gemütlichkeit

While I’m pretty terrible at learning languages (a major disadvantage and embarrassment), I still love learning interesting words or phrases or local slang that reveal some gem about a culture. For example, in Ecuador, the Spanish is excellently pronounced and paced, so it’s a great place for people to go to learn Spanish. But, in their slang, they also incorporate many Quechua words when the sound of the word fits the meaning better than the Spanish word. Like, “chuchaqui” (choo-chak-ee)–it means hungover. When you say it out loud, isn’t it so much more apt than “resaca?” I love this.

Back to German: because English is originally Germanic, we have a lot of overlap in vocabulary and some constructions. But there are also German words for which there is no direct English translation. We can explain the meaning of the word, but we don’t have one word that means the same. This brings me to my personal favorite:

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Gemütlichkeit. It’s a word you sing a lot during festivals. You hear this maybe every half hour at Oktoberfest. The song goes, “ein prosit, ein prosit, Gemütlichkeit…” and this is repeated again before you then cheers three times. It means, a toast, a toast, this feeling of warmth, camaraderie and acceptance, here at this table in this cozy place–all of us, all together, where we belong. Isn’t that beautiful? Doesn’t it give you warm fuzzies?

It’s a word that I’ve needed for those times when we’ve been outside skiing and we go into a mountain hütte. There’s a fire on, and people are gathered around wood tables. The light is beautiful and the food is delicious and satisfying. Everyone is smiling, and there is no where else in the world you’d rather be.

In German, I think there is a word for this feeling because this very particular feeling and experience is highly valued. It is a priority to share a drink regularly with your friends in a cozy place and to bask in that warmth. At least this seems to be so in the South of Germany where we live. It seems a part of mountain culture here, which extends through Austria and into Northern Italy: Tyrolean. I think many mountain cultures all around the world share this particular value. It was true in Japan though expressed and felt a little differently, and it is true in Colorado. Through this word, I learn a little more about myself. It is no secret to anyone who knows me that I love the mountains. But it’s not just the natural beauty and the activities that draw me there. It’s also the Gemütlichkeit.

 

Upcoming Adventures

This spring holds lots of excitement. Our first major school holiday is for Faschings (carnival) in March. We have several friends joining us from The States for a multi-hut, five day ski tour in the Silvretta Alps of Austria. After last year’s fail on the Gran Paradiso in Italy, we are looking forward to this. We will not be with guides this time, so I have a bit of trepidation, but have been assured we are perfectly capable of completing this tour on our own.

Then, at the end of April we will head to Antalya, Turkey for some climbing and beaching. This will be the first time we’ve returned to a country where we previously lived. We were last on the Turkish coast in 2011, so it’s been a little while. I’m excited to go back and see what’s changed and feel how I’ve changed.

In the meantime, we have to ski ski ski to get ready for the tour…onward!

A Schnapps for a Compliment

One of the best things about living in Germany is the small traditions and insights I’ve gained into the culture–especially around holidays. It helps to have a close friend who is German and from the area. This was a struggle to cultivate in South Korea.

Last night was our staff holiday party and around the table, people were sharing funny holiday traditions from his and her home country. My friend told me that in Germany, or at least in the Schwabish region, a tradition, of course, is to visit friends and neighbors in their homes. But what you need to know, in case a German visits you for the holidays, is that if a visitor compliments your Christmas tree, you are required to give that person Schnapps. She claims this is how her parents churchy friends could get away with getting knockdown drunk at Christmas. As if they needed a way. But I think it’s cute. Better stock the liquor cabinet.

Welcome

Here we are–out there. Beyond.

Beyond because this life has become more than a let’s-try-it-and-see. That we change so much, so drastically, so often, has become the normal. We adapt to adapting. Here, 12 years and 4 countries into living and teaching overseas, I am at a point and age where I feel different. I can look back and identify when, where and how I changed. I can pinpoint the pieces of each culture that I have integrated into myself. I know why I hang dearly on to those parts of myself that were originally my identity. There is nothing to fear in change and I welcome it.

So part of this is the adapting and changing. Part of this is the things I do and the places I go. Part of this is what drives my life and motivation outside of work.

It’s the books I read. It’s the mountains I run and ski. It’s a new journey into vegetarianism and trying to care about fuelling.

It’s a little bit of everything.