Traditions

Yesterday was a day of transit. My frist snow of the season was in Paris. And during the trip I started to think about tradition, more specifically, things I´ve never stopped doing.

Like fibbing. It´s funny, if not frustrating for some. It is nice to see the reaction from a person when I say that I´ve lived my life in Vanuatu, on Efate, where I eventually left, came to Europe to go to a lecture at Kohn. Not too far off, you have to stick near the truth, or else you have a man sitting next to you for the 2 hour train trip to Sevilla, interrupting your viewing of Love Happens (RACHEL!), trying to brush up his Russian with you.

I also had my best ´try to frighten a passenger in the adjacent train´. I looked at her, and did a double take. She did to, then I got pissed, shoved my watch to the window and pointed at it and then made the sign for money. She got flustered. Either I just made a woman flee France, or I had met my match, I can´t tell which.

I few things kept coming into my mind. And one of them was that I was planning to go to Costa Rica alone in High School. Looking back on that I´m fairly proud, that I would have just gone for it. I had it planned, but the tickets fell through. I did go, eventually, with my class. I was happy that I was doing it now. Proud.

I am also very happy to be surrounded by Iberian style, it has a constant wiff of the 70s. It reminds me of Mexico, Costa Rica, and Brazil. It has this smell to it to, maybe it´s called detergant. And I´m really excited. I also have a small power trip, as I´m having all of my Spanish snap back to me, and I´m talking to anyone.

Anyone not always being a good idea. Such as Mike from London at 2am, who just left his wife and kids, is going to try and convince the 18 year old he slept with to leave her husband. He even produced e-mails. My god. I avoided going sightseeing with him today. Go Mike, go on.

I also don´t need anything more than a t-shirt right now, which is pleasant.

It was an odd experience calling home to wish a Happy Thanksgiving. Although plans are now in effect that I may go to the family reunion in my Luftwaffe uniform, riding my brother, who will be dressed as a plane. Not sure how Grandad will take it. Fondle me, I suppose.