missraindrop

Dear, here we go again.

Hello, nice evening/morning/whatever, isn't it?

I just passed quite the crappy day on the beach, feeling like a stone and all. No, I'm not being emo, but I didn't make it to nineteen years old not knowing when my presence isn't appreciated, thank you very much.

Wish at last I could be drunk -not because as one would think being drunk makes everything less clear, but because I see things sharper... maybe I'm more relaxed like that?

I've got an impression everything was very very pretty, blue and white and green, while I still was practicing the fine art of clouds gazing and wasn't thinking that being ignored by other two people truly isn't the premise of a beautiful sunny day out of some sugary teenager thingie.

Well, I wouldn't really want to be in that kind of thingie I guess, but still... a few of pretty girls or boys couldn't really hurt as a distraction.

Anyway, after passing long boring hours on the fucking beach I went back and get ready for dinner.

Exactly, nothing I can report, but I promised myself to write on this journal everyday.



Good day or good night, now and always. I'm stopping here.

Dear past, present and future friends, right now I'm writing this in the bnb veranda, while in the most trite and classic fashion I'm wrapped up in the scent of jasmines, listening to cicadas.
The wine I'm sipping is not as good as I thought it would be and I can't eat almond sweets since I'm on diet.

On a more positive note, I finally could free myself of my bra -was it designed to be medieval torture?- and I'm actually hoping to keep this journal alive, somehow. And I'm happy that flies don't find me a good dinner and ignore me.

Everything is truly relaxing, and that's a good thing since I hate reach my destination by flight. With a passion, even when I can go through bureaucracy quickly.

I found four cats when I arrived here, a young kitty, his mother, two random little ones. I decided to call this puppy Saquatch. I heard it on tv the other day and I really liked it, never mind bad taste etc.

Going back to this trip, my day started at 5 A.M. Usual boring two hours to get to the airport, and one hour and half of flight. An annoying kid was seated behind me.
Guess I could asked him to shut up if he didn't want to eat his own hands. I'm too kind.

I ate near San Vito Lo Capo, and did nothing else, basically. I only managed to visit town in the evening, before getting back here.

It was truly lively, and kinda liked it. I found a truly lovely holy water basin... apparently the lady selling it is the only one who made these beautiful things in the area.

Well, I'm getting out of ideas and I'll stop there.



Goodnight or good day, as you want.