On The Write Path

New glasses

17.noviembre.2018

Got up early enough to say goodbye to Leann (off to Cuba) and Jo (home to London).

Lungs and body still complaining.

3 quesadillas, coffee, cereal. That's breakfast. Lunch was the chicken I didn't finish yesterday. Later, a steamed coffee/cheese bun and 3 donuts.

Yesterday I saw a place that sells glasses, so I went back and got an exam (first in over 10 years). Unfortunately... it'll cost me more than advertised but still a good deal. $1.010 is about US$55. Now I need to remember to jot down my prescription in more than one place. I'll pick them up in a week.

Couldn't find my key to my locker... it was on my bed. Fortunately, no big panic attack.

I walked around briefly at night. Lots of people everywhere. A couple photos, nothing more.

Young woman, 25, from Wales, flew in from Chile today... 9 hour flight. She's in the bed above me.

Saturday night and the music is booming. No one to talk to. 😐

Another lost day among many. Monday may be tricky as well as it's Day of the Revolution. Most places should be closed.

Sounds: shouts of the street pastor, indigenous drums, beat of music.
Sights: lit cathedral, mobs of people, street sweepers with brooms.
Smells: incense, coffee.
Tastes: white cream filling, berry filling.
Touch: ribs of metal doors, rough and smooth of old stone.

Photo:

orange rind on
blue plate -- half-moon
breakfast

[tataki 915]