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Speaking of yurts, my sometimes-boyfriend Steve and I took a yurt-building course together a couple of years ago. He’s a born perfectionist, a total stickler for doing everything according to the rules. And I’m more of the “let’s be creative and innovate our heads off” school of thought. So, to put it mildly, we didn’t really agree on the finer points of yurt building.

And after that we kind of pretty much went our separate ways. He joined some off-the-grid ashramified community and I took off for South America to visit some ancient ruins and get inspired.

Later though, we decided we could still be friends, and he even took a trip down to visit me so he could check out the tent houses I was building, and give me back my favorite sweatshirt and a couple Bob Dylan CDs.

Of course he completely freaked out when he saw what I had built and was furious that I had “done away with” what he called “the traditional Mongolian way of life.” I mean, as if. I took the sweatshirt and the CDs of course, but I was like, “Dude, what’s not Yurts is Mayan.”