Tis a peculiar thing, me watching me to see where I’ll go, never really knowing. “Deciding” last minuter and last minuter. It’s like one of those dreams where you watch yrself. I dont know how people travel for a year or more. I get restless for home, somewhat. To me it seems pointless to travel around the world. With no normal, what are you traveling from. And by this point I have to resist the urge to just run out the clock. Actually days ago I began thinking of an endgame, tho any thought I had was proven wildly off the mark.
Despite having done this kind of trip several times I dont think Ive ever been so deceived about time. I feel as tho I have spent as much time here as I had in the USA for the last several months. Experience of time is a function of how much novel information the brain is processing, and I have had the same experience when moving to a different part of the USA. Foreshortening.
My USA friends tonight at the bar, the usual bar, which seems, something like impossible. No interest in pursuing the bar scene here, certainly. Mornings and daylight hours are what interest me.
I was in the sun a lot today. Maybe as much as any day in nica. And I am feeling the tunnel three coffees left in my head. And the sun. I wandered into what we might call the suburbs. I drank about 2.75 liters of water today not counting coffee and a batido. And yet it’s not enough water. I feel dried out. I wore a hat. Sunscreen on my arms, and long pants. But still. The wind and dry air, and the sun goes through the clothes.
There is no end of things to look at in this town. Very hilly, and the buildings and their stairs are built into the very uneven topography. Everything very site-specific, organic. For example one particular building has a garage but its floor is too high off the road, yet there is not enough space to build a permanent incline up to the garage floor, so instead there are iron ramps, attached by hinges, that can be folded up out of the way of cars that need to pass by. No other building in town has this. Escher would be happy around here.
First thing I’ll do tomorrow is buy a gallon of water. That’s what a vacation is, when you can go to bed with such a thought. Tho at times today I wasnt vacationing. I was just living here. The grocery store provides that, or a pharmacy.
Due to the guide book sucking, I have formed a better habit. I approach a local and say where is a good hotel, where is the best coffee in the city, where is the best comida tipica. Tomorrow I will ask, where is the best chocolate. I will also ask, is the chocolate castle a good thing to visit. Because there is some kind of chocolate castle just outside of town where you can eat chocolate and learn about the local approach to chocolate making. I will now see what the internet thinks.