12.19.2012 - 12.19.2012
It smells so much like Asia that sometimes I get stunned into thinking I'm somewhere else, mostly Taiwan. But I think the heat there was never this bad, not even in the summers, or I've grown weak. Speaking of weakness, sometimes we can't help losing ourselves in a little daydream of what a rich person's vacation might be. This is especially alluring in the San Diego neighborhood of the Old City where all the hotels seem so tranquil and picturesque and discreet. But I think if I stayed there one night I would want to stay two, and so on, so Iguana's House it is, and our hot mosquito net, and our precariously propped fans. Besides, at night, if you sit on the right sofa, you catch a delicious cross breeze--some kind of heaven, I think.
I wonder if I'm starting to get homesick. I certainly miss the simplicity of being at home. Here we are always planning the next move. If we spend one day doing whatever we want, we find that soon we are leaving but don't know how to get to our next destination or where we might stay when we get there. And it's helpful to read a bit about scams and how to avoid them and how much tickets or fares should cost so you don't get grossly overcharged. So the research can go on endlessly, and soon you've found the hours have gone by and now you're too tired to read or to write much and you don't even feel like talking.
Maybe we had one of these nights yesterday, and maybe today, too.