I have a few butterflies about my trip. It’s been a while since I was a solo tourist with complete control over my itinerary. I’ve been paying a lot of attention to gut feelings, and as I prepare to embark, I’m perhaps a bit more superstitious than usual.
In the past few days I’ve seen a number of black bird I’ve been calling ravens. I don’t remember having seen them here before, and I always thought that they were supposed to be a bad omen – a sign of death.
A quick google search, however, led me to several references that said in effect that seeing a raven is a sign of success when you’re about to embark on a journey.
Of course I can’t seem to find the references now, so that’s not good.