*01:04 pm
*09:04 pm
“Just about every seat was taken, people, babies, luggage, all jammed in, in impossible formations on the wooden church pew like seats. Sardines have more breathing room. Not that you’d want to breath in the hot-aired mixture of body odor and spice. “
“on the boat deck we could actually see the continent of Africa across the water. It seemed close enough to swim to. I think we were both stuck by the power and majesty of all of this, not to mention how privileged it felt to be looking at this.”
“It was like being home again. It was like the little chats we used to have before bed when we were young and shared a room. Calming and understanding, a bond earned through years of tears and laughs. “
” I walked into my room which had become the living fantasy for a man. The really hot three girls we saw earlier WERE in fact the ones sharing my room. Not only that, but these three were napping in the room, in lingerie. I swear I’m not making this up.”
“I fully believe that it is only here, in this town and amongst a woman such as this, that over-the-top poetry could be recited with actual relevance and without being cheesy: Beauty crowds me till I die, beauty, mercy have on me! But if I expire today, let it be in sight of thee.”
“The man behind the counter thought it appropriate to make fun of David’s attempt. “Quieres bailar salsa?” he asked. And then laughed as he salsa danced around for a bit.”
“…and as we waited for the team’s bus to come through we sang Spanish songs and chants from the bottom of our hearts. Granted we had no idea what we were singing, but we shouted it at the top of our lungs just like the millions around us…”
“Also be prepared to have all eyes on you as you will undoubtedly be mistaken for that white Crayola crayon they lost back in 2nd grade. (hint: get a tan, even if it’s fake, unless you what to bask in looks of disbelief and disgust from all the brown and toned pretty people sharing the sand.)”
“The guy behind me laughed and said: “Mates wasted!”. The others started laughing as well but soon stopped as the young man in the front began to spasm and lose all color in his skin. He was sweating profusely, eyes roving about vacantly.”
“I got the feeling that if I lived in London. Harrods would be my happy place. In the Holly Golightly sense, it would be my Tiffany’s for whenever the reds, or blues, or any other color struck.”