February 1973. I was 24 years old. The hairdo requires a little explanation. I was on my way from the USA to South America when I got the passport. It's the oldest passport of mine that I can find, and the only one where the passport photo was a disguise. I was planning to travel from California via Mexico to Guatemala and on to Columbia. A couple of posts ago I wrote about Silvia, Columbia - this was the start of my South...
Her name is Maria. Just Maria. I must have known her surname at one point because we travelled together in Europe. She would have needed a passport and that would have included her surname. We started travelling in 1970, forty-two years ago. I'd met her in an acting class at the University of California at Berkeley. I thought she looked pretty hot, but I was shy and didn't talk to her. She later told me that she'd noticed me looking at her....
I'm going to have to see if my old passport still exists deep in some storage space. That's probably the only way I'd be able to work out exactly when I was in Silvia, Columbia. I would have been about 23 years old. Oddly enough, it was when I got over it about my parents. It seems to me that most of us have a period starting in our teens when it's all our parents fault. It's never clear what is meant by "all", but there is no question who...