Need I say that sometimes it’s a challenge to experience silence on a trip with 35 women? Breakfast in silence helps and we now have a couple of tables designated for those who want dinner in silence. I was only one of three who sat there last night. Um, what does that say to me? Silence on the bus covers the continuum. Some people are quite chatty and probably do not realize how easily their conversations travel up and down the bus. I notice that those who sit in the back are quieter and more contemplative. Please, I don’t want to give the impression that I’m a recluse, but, as you know, silence is important to me. I’m trying to sort out the difference between noise, chatter and meaningful (to me) conversation. Of course, I’m fully aware that chatter to one can be serious soul work to another.