a spare swath of land somewhere near chapel hill...not a tree to be seen for hundreds of yards, and the lush grass and creeping ground plants more than making up for the lack. once i walked there in a midnight thunderstorm, holding the ambassador's hand...thunder shook the ground, and the sky held an uncanny electric glow, and we were wild and free in the rain. the place, i am sad to say, is inseparable from the time. it is none too beautiful in the stark light of day.