‘You’re not a girl, you’re a song…’
Impermanence, right?
I would be a bad Buddhist. I just wrote this long, detailed blog entry about my Easter day. It was creative and poetic and you all would’ve loved it. But internet explorer on this slow cafe computer decided to stop responding as I went to post it.
Basically, yesterday morning I ran to the top of the hill outside of Santiago de Compostela to watch the sunrise. It was the same hill that I ran up with Robert and Todd and Jim last time I was here, four years ago. It was cathartic, it was emotional, it was cold. The city was asleep, save for a few cars and a preemptive rooster. I somehow remembered Robert’s phone number, I called and left a message. I took a few photos, a few self-portraits, a few deep breaths. It was my pilgrimage. I ran back to the hostel and went back to sleep. Maybe it never happened.
Later on I went to the homestay of a guy named Kevin, from Iowa, who I met on the train on Saturday. He was dying eggs with three American girls from his school. I made the Tommy George classic strawberry. We watched ‘Stranger Than Fiction’ in Spanish.
On the way back to the hostel I stopped in a random bar and caught then end of a random soccer game, Madrid’s other team. In the hostel I talked with some Amercans about travel and such, one guy had been to China a few times, doesn’t think the visa will be hard to get. I went to sleep before midnight. It was good Easter.
That’s the short version, the post-involuntary-deleted version.
Tomorrow I will take an 11 hour train to San Sebastian. I’ll stay there for two nights and then go to hang out with my dad’s old college buddy in the Pyrannes. I’ll have a charger and will be able to write better entriesfor you all and share photos.
My legs hurt.
It has been decided, my first meal back will be asparagus and sweet potato ravioli with pomodoro and house blend cheese on one of those blue ceramic bowl/plates.
Listen to ‘Smoke In Our Lights’ by The Avett Brothers.
And don’t forget, impermanence.
