This time we aren’t racing to save my life; we’re taking steps to heal my spirit—a very distinct difference. The park is only a few hours drive from the airport. Dimitri, as always, is my strength. He’s calm and stable, though a few layers below the surface I can see nervous energy buzzing. He’s so even-tempered that after spending the past few weeks almost nonstop with him, I’m able to detect the smallest shifts in his demeanor. He’s more controlled than anyone I’ve ever been around. He rarely worries. I think it’s because he doesn’t have time for it. It’s not that he doesn’t care—he cares with every inch of his being. He just doesn’t let worry consume him the way I do. He deals with it, whatever it is. He’s an amazing human being, so centered and mature. A role model, really. My thoughts are interrupted when I look up and see it—the perfect place. “That’s the spot,” I say, pointing to a waterfall in the near distance.
