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[20 Aug 2003|04:15pm] |
7 am i awake, head out for a country walk along the rock walls and almond groves of santa maria.
(mental: suck in stomach, tighten butt, walk with purpose)
the stone walls with tiny weeds growing out the sides stood strurdy against the morning sun, peering through the lines of almond trees on my right side...
random farmers were out harvesting their almonds as to try to beat the heat of these august days.
little black bugs scurried across the road in an attempt to avoid the rare car that zoomed along this bare street.
i just walked, listening to moby, thinking.
reflecting on 2 days of not writing here or elsewhere...
yesterday, i woke at 630, and jan and i took the train to palma (a lovely a/c train!) and then hopped on the old, wooden train to soller, a small port village on the other side of the island, nestled amongst the mountains.
the train ride alone is worth the few euro to get there.
the rhythm of the tracks, the smell of mildew deep in the tunnels, the early morning sun on people´s tired faces...all very surreal.
once there, we road the tram from the placa to the port and had a juice and did some shopping.
it was all very quaint, beautiful trees.
i had jan photgraph me with gino´s hat on while riding up in the train, the sun backlighting my nose, and the groves of trees behind, rushing by.
everything was full and beautiful, and it was nice to be in the world for a day.
last night, after their weekly csi fill, lisa and i went to a party in cala deia.
deia...the one town i have been wanting to see these past 3 weeks, but haven´t yet...and of course, when we got there, it was PITCH BLACK...and i mean pitch. like can´t see the hand in front of you.
we weren´t sure what to expect and the thought of being thrust into a big group of mallorquins that i don´t know was a bit intimidating...but then, you never know what you might find.
when we had walked down the dark path to the beach, we came upon the small, rocky beach, with little paper bags glowing with candles, randomly scattered across the beach, and a small covered patio with people singing, dancing, and playing their instruments.
it was a scene that could´ve been out of gidget, except replace the people in gidget with the spanish form of neo-hippies...
we were somewhat reclusive, just quietly observing from afar...
the smell of pot lingered in the air, and everyone just flowed along in the candle light...that was the only light they had.
elvis was there...long story, but he was there, not in costume this time.
lisa had a blanket, so we set it out on the small rocks and just lay back staring up at the amazing expanse of stars that glowed.
it reminded me of those catalina trips when i was a kid, laying on the boat deck, rocking back and forth, and seeing the most amazing stars of my life.
i dipped my feet in the water, and just looked up, and saw one shooting star cascade for a couple seconds.
the water was like a bath...much warmer than the air outside...the temptation to just jump in was great, but i figured with so many around, i would wait.
there were little candles all around us, reflecting the brown of our skin out into the dark night.
i would´ve been happy to just sleep there all night.
that was deia...someday i will go back, hopefully not alone.
i can´t bare to watch the news, to sense the absolute disappointment i have with the world, with humans.
i found myself resulting to a world of panic as i tried to nap, not able to erase the images of bombs exploding and people dying everywhere, while i´m in my nice air conditioned room, rubbing arms with the rich of the island.
and to throw the whole of mankind off, i turn on fox news in MALLORCA, and what´s on:
a car chase in LA...yes, folks, we are officially the most sad species alive.
kids are dying in iraq from bomb wounds, and we can´t find anything better to broadcast but yet another car chase in la...come on.
anyway, 2 more days here, one week until my birthday, and one month/2 days until i return to the states.
for the first time on this whole trip, i began to feel a bit sad with the idea of not being able to see new places.
but i still want to come home.
i am anxiously awaiting paris.
ciao ciao
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