NomaDominaDaSola, Februrary 2022, (the First Two Weeks of Feb, Anyway)

The end of a vanlife gathering, a tantalizing liaison, a writing group, and a run-in with Covid (maybe?) in the Arizona desert.

I’m doing a weekly/monthly/whenever post about my solo female vanlife. For an explanation of NomaDominaDaSola, click here. To get up to speed with the previous installment of NomaDominaDaSola, click here.

Week one: Manttention

On the last evening of the vanlife gathering, I find myself sitting around a fire with a dozen or so other nomads.

There’s a stranger next to me — good-looking, tall — and we begin a conversation about our much-beloved pets who’ve now passed on. I tell him about my beautiful dog, and he tells me about his cat. It’s pretty touching how devoted he was to her. Nice guy, lovely convo.

When talk between us winds down, I turn to join the convo on the other side of me, then one across the fire, but the tall fellow sitting next to me keeps bringing me back into conversation with him, and suddenly my impression of what’s occuring morphs from:

“Conversation with a friendly stranger,”

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