Then again, when a corpse rolls up on the beach where you walk everyday and there are constant sounds of gunfire in your neighborhood, it's also a good time to think about the safer days that lie ahead.
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
Nostalgia
For some reason, my nostalgia for a place always sets in about a month BEFORE I leave. I think about how many more times I have left to do something or whether or not it's the last time I'll be doing something else. In response to premature "Rio deprevation", we tried to go for walks on the beach everyday, I went to the gym more times than anyone would ever believe, and we spent as much time as possible with Roque's family.
Then again, when a corpse rolls up on the beach where you walk everyday and there are constant sounds of gunfire in your neighborhood, it's also a good time to think about the safer days that lie ahead.
Then again, when a corpse rolls up on the beach where you walk everyday and there are constant sounds of gunfire in your neighborhood, it's also a good time to think about the safer days that lie ahead.
