When in Rome, enjoy an Early Bird Special.
Where to begin, where to begin. I'm sitting here, at obscene o'clock in the morning, in the deserted international terminal of the Lima airport. I'm waiting for my flight home to Chile, and I have several hours yet to sit on my ass and watch old episodes of the Sopranos, work on some graphic design projects, and ruminate over my trip.
See, I just came back from my first-ever visit to the U.S. Obviously I've been to the U.S. before, but never as a visitor, and it feels quite a lot different.
What to write, what to write. I'm full of many, many things to report, dear internets, but for now I'll say this - there are people and things in Florida still capable of making me all squidgy inside, really good and gloppy-hearted, and I'm trying not to be too melancholic thinking about them hours after saying adios for an as-yet-to-be-determined length of time. I guess having a healthy distance between me and the offending State tends to help remind me of all the good stuff it hides atop that scorching-hot Griddle.
This trip has been a beautiful journey, a ridiculous comedy of errors, a week studded with many bright points and mental images to glue into the old scrapbook and painful goodbyes and pulse-quickening evenings spent trying not to play footsie at my mother's dining room table and brotherly jesuspeeches and laughs. I'm sad to see it go so very fucking fast. I'm sad to say goodbye to you people. You know who you are. I won't miss Floriduh a whole lot, but I sure as hell miss you already.
More on that later. Much more. I promise.
But for now... how on earth are you, boys and girls??
See, I just came back from my first-ever visit to the U.S. Obviously I've been to the U.S. before, but never as a visitor, and it feels quite a lot different.
What to write, what to write. I'm full of many, many things to report, dear internets, but for now I'll say this - there are people and things in Florida still capable of making me all squidgy inside, really good and gloppy-hearted, and I'm trying not to be too melancholic thinking about them hours after saying adios for an as-yet-to-be-determined length of time. I guess having a healthy distance between me and the offending State tends to help remind me of all the good stuff it hides atop that scorching-hot Griddle.
This trip has been a beautiful journey, a ridiculous comedy of errors, a week studded with many bright points and mental images to glue into the old scrapbook and painful goodbyes and pulse-quickening evenings spent trying not to play footsie at my mother's dining room table and brotherly jesuspeeches and laughs. I'm sad to see it go so very fucking fast. I'm sad to say goodbye to you people. You know who you are. I won't miss Floriduh a whole lot, but I sure as hell miss you already.
More on that later. Much more. I promise.
But for now... how on earth are you, boys and girls??