The traveler sees what she sees. The tourist sees what she has come to see.
Monday, June 11, 2007
Let's Go Get Lost
Top to Bottom: Statue, Old San Juan, Puerto Rico Culebra Island, Puerto Rico Callejon de la Capilla, Old San Juan, Puerto Rico Wall Art, Old San Juan, Puerto Rico
I crave adventure and loathe monotony. I like the sound of stilettos on cobblestone streets. I go on Farina binges to afford my travels. I’m scared of flying. LOVE finally stared back at me. When I was eight I copied the pages of ‘Black Beauty’ onto my notebook and called myself an author; I’m still working hard to rectify that. I got to see Nina Simone perform once. I’m convinced a dominatrix lives upstairs. I’ll permanently leave New York for One reason only. I think Castro died a while ago. I want to hear Pearl Jam cover ‘Four Women.’ I miss someone. A well-played saxophone does things. I hate the sound of other people kissing. I want to learn how to really surf. I don’t find Seinfeld that funny. I think people who wear ‘vintage’ rock t-shirts should be forced to name at least three songs from the band whose logo they’re wearing. I think I was a gypsy in another life. I have more-than-mild OCD. I want to die an old, well-traveled lady amidst the streets of Seville. I’d like to adopt,too. Someone else’s hands help guide me.