On July 11, I finally rolled into Broad Brook, Connecticut, the home of Joaquin Betancourt, who is hosting me until the end of the month. Broad Brook is a sleepy, former textile town in northern Connecticut.


I must say, that after spending each night in a different place for each of the past 10 days, it is nice to stay in one place for a little while. In addition, I can finally wash these shorts, which I wore for 10 days in a row (note that there was no reason for me to do this, but I did anyway).

I am also developing a relationship with Joaquin's cat, Tess. Here's how it works: Tess meows at me that it's time to eat, and I pet her, and she meows some more, and eventually Joaquin feeds her.

Ah, the life of a cat.
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