May 16, 2007
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South Beach was beautiful, but hollow. i enjoyed it, but it felt like the beach rather than the ocean…shallow and sandy.
The world is full of art–art is full of the world
it is all so enchanting–until it steals something it cannot replace
my roommates at the hostel was nice, and a girl from Germany was flying out the next morning also, so i volunteered to go early with her to help her out and she looked so grateful i felt like a heroine. South Beach has just as many people walking around at 4:30am as it does at 4:30pm. gosh. It was interesting to hear her views on life, her dreams, and politics. and now i have a place to stay whenever i drop by Germany. she said i looked German and would fit right in.
i went through my normal routine of remembering things:
24hour internet! hot water! and cold water–OPTIONS! bathtub! toilet paper goes in the toilet (in Brasil it goes in the trash can)! full refrigerator to raid! milk (milk is so much different in Brasil)! My car! Radio–in English! no bugs (seriously–where are they?)! Grass! Clean, flat sidewalk!
and everyone looks so…familiar, similar…normal.
we also have puppies…very cute except when they leave little presents on the kitchen floor. it is so weird to be here without Anna. now i can raid all her clothes (evil laugh).
Who was it that told me to put gum behind my ear to save it for later? HORRIBLE advice. i think it was Anna. well, it doesn’t work. i am now without gum and a huge glop of hair.
