Pick It Up
Without realizing it, it's all around us. I remember it was ubiquitous in every street in Boston. Here, even with the European fame of its supposed non-existence, you can find it easily in the most unsuspecting places. We're surrounded by trash. It is said that even on Mount Everest, one of the last pristine places on Earth, there is trash that climbers have left behind. If they could carry up their belongings, why couldn't they carry them back down? That being the case, it shouldn't be strange to see overgrown ditches stuffed with papers and plastics and cans along our roads. It has become commonplace for us when trying to find out of the way spots for our picnics when we drive around Galicia, to find a beautiful little corner and see it filled with all sorts of junk from previous travellers. Tissues, plastic wrappers, plastic bottles, bags, smashed cans, cans bleached from the sun, everything that was too much of a burden to someone to pick up and take back home to ...