high

at breakfast this morning i had some meat and cheese with bread. the bread offered is very bready. so i had to eat small pieces of it. i then tried some traditional brazilian cake that has cornmeal in it. very similar to pound cake in sweetness and density. but this stuff can´t touch my granny´s seven flava cake!!!

i also had some brazilian coffee with brazilian sugar. whew, lawdy!!! i wanted to jump out of my skin. i was sooooo hyper. this shit is very very strong. and the sugar is ver sweet. one teaspoon to our tablespoon.

so after eating and being on the interenet way pass the allotted thirty minutes, i had to come to my room to take it down a few notches. first i tried nappng. that took about two minutes. then i went outside to MY patio. it´s not really my patio, but i only have to step outside my door and voila!

i listened to the entire album "nina simone´s finest hour". nothing like a little nina to make you chill out and think deeply. i swear the US needs a song like "misssissippi goddamn" to get the people to wake up and see what´s really going on.

from the dollhouse´s rooftop patio i could see the expansive blue sky with interruptions of an occassional puffy white cloud and the few high rise condos that neighbor the dollhouse.

my first entries in this blog have caused some worry for a few people, especially my immediate family.

B & K, please don´t worry. i am just fine.

The tricky thing about public journals is finding balance in sharing with people you know who are reading it. this is my real perspective, my feelings. sharing this experience with people i know would not be nearly as enjoyable if i had to consciously ensure airbrush the not-so-joyful things. at the same time i realize that my outward persona tends to be stoic (read: limited expression of emotion), especially with regards to my family. i also tend to exude a lot of confidence. wanna know my secret? i´ll sell it to you for four easy monthly payments of $19.99. LOL!!

anyway, if you are reading this and you know me (or think you do. just kidding) please don´t worry. i definately know how to ask for help, especially when i am broke.

K & B, you know that i do have a lot of experience travelling and such. each time i travel a part of me is travelling for you because you didn´t have the same opportunities that you gave me. a part of me (which fluctuates in size) also feels the same fears and such that you may feel for me. these feelings are as much of my experience as seeing a 15th century church or meeting someone to whom i am connected by six degrees. i hope this makes since. smile.

by the way. good news on the camera. it was left on or turned in on the bag. batteries died. hol-la!