Harry & Andrea

When I got that pedicure the other day, it reminded me of our trek through a Hindu temple in South Asia back in August. We had to remove our shoes because that is the respectful thing to do and they won’t allow you to walk inside without doing that. So, we had to walk all around the area shoe-less. It was wet–hopefully from the rain that day. But at certain points along the way, that water was ankle-deep and we were pressed against people. I remember seeing a reddish color to the water at certain points and feeling on the verge of a panic attack while being pressed against the wall by people desperate to see a god. But, more about that another time.

When I walked outside of the nail salon alone, carrying my tennis shoes and wearing paper-thin flip-flops…when I felt the wet parking lot ground from the day’s rain and realized that I was basically walking barefoot, I momentarily wondered if I should put my shoes back on. Then, I remembered that I had already walked through dirtier water and survived. So, I shrugged it off and kept on walking.