Arnie says it will be good for me. She knows me well.
Time passes slowly. Not just a Dylan song, it’s actually true here. In New York, I never had enough hours in the day. I always wished for more time. Here, the opposite is true. Today I filled what I thought was an entire day – had a leisurely breakfast at a new spot down by the lake (I don’t get food from la familia on Sundays – mom gets a break), went to the bank, had a whole experience at the barber, took a lot of photos at the market, explored new areas, on and on. I thought it was probably about 5 pm, and I should start thinking about dinner. Got back to the house, looked at the clock, and it said 1:30 pm. What?! Partly it’s the weather – this morning was cold and dreary, raining hard. I headed out wearing just about everything I own. About mid-morning I had to go back to the house to strip off all my layers because it had magically cleared up, and was actually warm. After a few hours of this, it turned dark and grey again, and began to rain. So it makes you think more time has passed than really has.
Hmm, what to do? Go to the bar! I like the feel of this place (Buddha Bar), plus they have free Wi-Fi! Now we’re talking. Plus, I’ve gotten to know one of the bartenders a bit (the one I described before, from Georgia the country), so it’s nice to see a friendly face. Surfed my heart out (as much as one can on the iPhone), checking in on all my fave sites. Had what I thought was dinner, a few drinks, chatted a bit, figured it was probably about 7. Check the watch. It’s 4:00 in the afternoon. What the hell.
Turns out this bar has hundreds of movies available for screening. A group of Israelis chose In Bruges. Good fun. Now I’m pissed (in the English sense of the word) wandering around dark alleyways, ducking into strange internet cafes, writing rubbish.
shers,
though i admit to being unable to master it myself…
thank you as always, all ways…
i be agreeing with arnie. good for you, indeed.
jessica (director of the nonprofit that parallax is umbrella-ed by) has spent much time in south america, though more recently africa, with her work. she is 70 and amazing and reminds me of you in spirit. okay with you if i send her your writings? which are so great for someone unable to do such things yet long to. ya know, like me.
i love you!
Say,
Jessica sounds great. Just the sort of person I imagine you surrounding yourself with. Of course you can share my blog with her.
I´ve purposely kept the blog out of the search engines, but extended friends and family are welcome.
Much love to you too.