On soil, well wood over cobble stones.
In Germany. The flight wasn’t that bad, I got to sleep for a little bit of it, and having an aisle seat helped with my claustrophobia. Last night was the first night that I slept in a bed since the first night we got here. Built it last night just finishing around midnight. My body has thanked me with the best mood that I’ve had in days. Still lots of things to do and set up, but I’ve had beer with lunch a number of times now, especially since it is usually cheaper than anything else on the menu, and always less expensive than a large Coke.
Been thinking of all sorts of things here of late, but day has been the first day that I’ve really remembered to just be. A little drop in meditation now and again, looking and fish, thinking of fish swimming, looking at pigeons, you get the idea.
Totally lost the train there…
Alright, flash forward about a week, still no pictures, but that’s because my phone is still locked and I don’t like carrying it around if it’s only a camera that’s roaming for signal. Same Starbucks, same chair, overlooking the same street and drugstore. Different people, always different people, and I love that.
The last few days in Florida are still hanging on the edges of my memory, pushing for frontage, and getting it frequently. So much happened in such a small period of time, powered, packed, even if the line of time wasn’t stuffed full. Even the quiet times were sparked. As I write about it, it makes me smile.
We’ll have internet in the house come Wednesday evening, so the need for writing out will be less, but no telling, I may well head down here to do it, I like it here, but I will explore more and see if there is another coffee shop that takes my connection for the month I have of it. After that, there’s rumors of a free net cafe that I will on the lookout for.
Life is good
K.
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Trance…. sounds like you’ve sparked in and out of surrealism… I’m awaiting snapshots of the beauty that puts you at ease over there… anxiously waiting to see. Maybe your pictures will transport me to the world where I need to be rather than where I am now. Part of me envy’s the freedom you have… both in mind and spirit. As for the florida trip… are you referring to the reunion time?? That still stands out in my mind as a wormhole in time… the energy that i experienced… the elation… the euphoria of ust being again… stands still in my memory. Just the other day I found myself on the lanai wishing for a thunderstorm so that I could play in the rain again. It was… refreshing… to be around such educated, experienced, free spirits… and I haven’t found that level of comfort here… I haven’t found that level of comfort to fully be myself in a long time. I look forward to reading more of your adventures! Besos!!