I could not bear to taint the immediately previous post with words but there is always something to say.
The view from my apartment's balcony.
I got a bike today. Salvador is bikeUNfriendly. This song is radioUNfriendly (I feel I've never told you the story of the ghost). I am worried that a lot of unwanted hatred frustration and anger will arise from riding these streets. Yet then again--it is so fucking fun. It is a crazy adventure dodging wild drivers reckless pedestrians and careless fruit vendors.
I remember the night Obama was elected and weed was decriminalized in MA. I rode my bike through the streets of Boston on my way back home in Porter Sq. from the Upper Crust in the South End. It is like that but more Portuguese and less talk of witnessing history. Although of course we cannot avoid that.
I get so frustrated by cultural differences. Trying to assimilate and accept with an open mind is difficult! And then, I walk the streets at night, and get filled with inexplicable joy calm openness.
It rains. The grass on Christ's Hill will be one shade less yellow tomorrow.
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