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i swam in the most beautiful water i have ever seen in person today.
it was a small cove in the area of cala sant vicent, near pollensa.
the water is literally 85 degrees, as the air has been in upwards of 100 for the past weeks.
sometimes when i am in places like this, i can´t believe that they´re real.
you know, when you see photos it just seems like a dream, but it´s real.
i slept a lot, as usual here. i sleep well at josefa´s.
we had lots of salad today, which was nice, and typical spanish tomato soup, served cold.
josefa and i went out for a walk at about 9, through the tiny streets of pollensa, littered with english tourists and they´re white kids.
we stopped for a drink in the plaça where my dad and his friends and family all used to meet up...
we talked about the way things were and my family, and about my mom.
she told me stories of my mom, stories that are so familiar because my mom hasn´t chagned much.
she still makes everyone laugh like before.
tomorrow i am going to wake up very early and climb the hill (which i don´t know how to spell) with the monastery at the top.
i would like to watch the sunrise as i´m walking up, and get some exercise as i am beginning to notice a little weight gain...not good.
there are times when you just feel so starved for something, just a crumb of advice or familiarity, and like magic, it appears just for you.
i got that today, thanks to a wonderful friend from afar who just thought i may need some encouragement.
i am very blessed to have friends like these...thanks to mr. rice.
i really miss home lately, not as badly as other times, but the temptation to just get back to my parent´s couch and the so cal scene is definitely there.
1 month and 10 days until departure...seems like forever.
i really just want to fly from palma to ireland, and stay there.
or to london and stay in england a bit...
but that would mean bypassing pierre and paris, and lisbon, and the guggenheim...and well, those are things i just don´t think i´m willing to give up.
blab blab blab...the online journal is a funny thing.
people sharing their lives with anyone who wants to know, without ever knowing them.
it´s a funny sense of satisfaction, to think that others are somehow relating to what you´re saying.
why do we do these funny things?
psalm 141- a la chris
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