It surely seems as though I should start a little bonfire on the balcony and place them deeply within the flames and embers. That would be a more honorary disposal.
This pair of footwear has been with me, nay nearly a part of me, for four summers. They were on my feet along the sandy beaches of Puerto Vallarta. These protected my toes when walking through tea plantation in mountainous Sri Lanka. They've felt the streets of Bangkok, the trails amongst the Began Temples of Burma, and thoroughfares in Saigon. These Capitillars helped me tread the banks of the Nile, the ancient pavement of Petra, and the cobblestone paths in Jerusalem.
I tried replacing them with new ones once already, but it just didn't work out.
It is with heartfelt sadness today, I paid for a new pair of Khombu sandals. The impostors feel cheap and insignificant on my feet and in my heart. I know, however, I must move on.
In Memoriam:
In the store on the date of purchase on July 27, 2012.
