Nice looking bird, eh? I was up early, at around 5:30 and turned on the TV for some Spanish practice. Also, because everyone here is an early riser and the kitchen is right next to my room I thought that if they heard the TV they would be assured that I'm normal, since I really prefer the silence in the mornings. I ended up shutting it off anyway because the big news item right now is the big plan crash yesterday in Europe and one week before a flight this is just something I don't want to hear about. I seem to have lost all fear of flying, by the way, and except for the usual incovenience of flying economy class on a douchebag ailrline like United (or Air Canada for that matter) I quite enjoy being up in the air. The only reason I get nervous about air crashes is very simple. Yes, one is much more likely to die in a car accident than on a plane. Statistics have bourne this out ad nauseum. But the likelihood of actually surviving in a plane crash? Let's not go there, but it usually means tits up for everyone.Yesterday it rained like crazy in the afternoon. I only got caught in some of it when I left the internet cafe and endured fourteen blocks of pounding rain till I got to the grocery store. Then it lightened up for a while and just after I took shelter in cafe it came pounding down again. Of course the streets were flooded within minutes.
I am trying to vary my walking routes as much as possible. Sometimes I come across some delightful surprises, in the form of a park or a beautiful leafy neighbourhood with elegant old houses. Other times it's a bleak urban scape with lack lustre buildings and crappy pavement. Ecploring a new city or town for me is always like creating new maps for my brain.
I always enjoy returning to my little room in the late afternoon. It is a refuge.
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