Rise at 6am and… awake? Nope, back to bed, English lady, “Those fags sure made enough noise this morning,” talked with English guy about Cuba and his travels and England (he spends a few good minutes talking about the cluster fuck of the Olympics), walk to Lupita’s breakfast joint, ate delicious and got a good … Continue reading Travels – Colombia: Day 2
Although I enjoy reading about other people’s travel experiences, there are times when the writing seems too romanticized. Not that traveling isn’t beautiful and eye-opening and a million other things that feeds the spirit unlike anything, because it is and it does, but I am not Henry David Thoreau. I could write drafts about my … Continue reading Travels – Colombia: Day 1
Even as I sit and read and write, and do all of the things that I normally do it is apparent that something is missing. The vessel of my being is devoid of an element essential to itself, which has been replaced with the fog. I can blame no one else. Although, now over, I … Continue reading Although, not Superman.
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