Background music is the same in every country; cars driving by, kids playing in the street, a dog barking. The wind blows through the windows of my 7th floor apartment. The sun takes over my bed. I wrap my legs between the sheets and I sleep. A sleep so deep that I lose myself between dreams and reality. Did that giant fish* really look up at me and say “YOLO”? I sleep like I’ve never slept before. Its sweet, its heavy and its finally mine.
Today I saw a man standing on the sidewalk outside some ones’ door. The door was closed but he stood there speaking desperately in Spanish. I didn’t know what he was saying so I pretended that on the other side of the door stood a beautiful senorita trying to hold in a smile as she secretly enjoyed the pleas of her foolish lover.
Yesterday I got rained in at a café. I was so lovely. Stuck in a quaint shop with a handful of strangers. I enjoyed my cappuccino, read my book, and wrote. No one seemed to mind, no rush. Just sitting there enjoying the loud sound of raindrops of the rooftop. For a moment we all spoke the same language, and all of a sudden I felt very confident in my Spanish and decided to order what I thought was carrot juice. The waitress brought me a piece of carrot cake. It was perfect!
(Picture is outside Cafe FiFi in Palermo)
*I saw the giant fishes while at the Japanese Gardens in BA.