And making things that I break...

...to put them back together and break them all over again, I pass my time.

Yesterday, armed with cameras and water bottles, and looking fully like tourists on a mission, Kate, Mike, Zach and I headed into the city to take pictures of the amazing graffiti that´s all over this town. We wandered into parts of the city that I didn´t know, up into the Albaizin (which could easily be Chefchaouen, Morocco-- there was even a donkey. In the middle of the city. I love it.) We bought cheap falafel and sat out in the sun on an amazingly painted staircase. I even stripped down to a t-shirt.
As it happens, I also happened to have a hacky-sack and willing companions, so we had a nice round. We only lost the sack twice into random gardens and down scary, not-fall-downable hills before we really lost it (in a scary little urine-soaked hole.) It had a good life, that hacky sack. Walking up, I talked to Mike about his travels, recovering from bruised hearts, and being lost and liberated. It was so nice to have Kate back, and no matter how... uncatchable my brain is, she can always make me laugh and remind me about how good it is to have friends. I was thinking on the way back down that the was so nice because it was the kind that you can´t plan, the kind that serendipity throws out there with a little sunshine so that you can take off your thirty layers of clothes and warm your core.

I am battling a nasty sinus infection, which puts a damper on the weather. This morning I woke up feeling kind of disconnected and un-home. I always wonder why I am attracted to all these intense, mercurial personalities. Could it me that I am one? Angsty? I don´t think so, but I am crowded with such opposing thoughts sometimes, and if they slip out, I can see why people may think I am slightly schizophrenic. Cute, darn it, but a little rara en la cabeza.

The Angel and the Devil have shacked up in my little brain!

No matter who wins the internal battle, I still love y´all. Be good. Talk to you tomorrow. H