Today was my most boring day yet, so get ready for an exciting post! It was a day of rest after a weekend (I have all Fridays off!) of rest, and therefore, entirely unnecessary.
Here’s what my day looked like:
10:30- Wake up.
11:15- stretch (I want to be able to touch my toes after this semester. No, I can’t right now.)
12:00- take a shower
1:00 PM breakfast
1:30-2:30 read, write
2:30-3:30 watch Colbert Report/Daily Show/South Park online.
3:30-5 read a book my friend wrote (it’s a legit book-165 pages!)
5-5:30 more Daily Show (I have to catch up on my political humor…)
So now I’m in the park by my apartment. It’s not a park day at all- about 45 degrees, cloudy, and windy. I brought “Living Buddha, Living Christ” and my iPod so I could be entertained for an hour or so. It’s too cold to read, so I’ll just listen to all 10 of my (not) illegally downloaded As Tall as Lions songs. Watching the world go by with music on is kind of like entering into an independent movie—try it sometime. Ten feet behind me is the Templo de Debod, a two thousand year old Egyptian temple (in Spain…kind of strange, right?). Directly in front of me is a fountain/pond that reflects the city below and the grey sky above with utter clarity. I want to enjoy this without having to look for meaning—the leaf tornados that grab my attention (just once in my life I want to take a picture of one. How lucky would that be?), the new mom playing airplane with her all-too-amused infant, the middle-aged guy playing fetch with his rat of a dog (sorry, but it was one of those dogs). I wonder if maybe the dog thinks he is playing fetch with the guy? The wind blowing ripples across the water like I do with my hot tea every morning, the comforting sound of the fountain, the lovers, the goths and their dreadlocks, the little kid amusedly throwing sticks into the 2” deep pond, the list goes on...
I hate offering conclusions since I’m only 20 and still very naïve. But all I can think of is how happy I am to know that in fifteen minutes, I’ll enter the warmth of an apartment, run my cold, aching hands under some warm water, and eat some dinner. How fortunate I am.
-griff
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3 comments:
i love your descriptions. i can really see what you see.
come home. but only after you've collected a whole bottle full of these pictures in your mind.
i like how you still want to be able to touch your toes.
Dude, and you didn't go into that one bar for a couple of cañas before going home? Consumed with some piping hot chorizos? It´s my neighborhood and I´m ten thousand miles away and I can see what you see. What a lucky cabroncito you are.
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