Sunday, May 27, 2007
On My Mind
My friend Ashley arrives in just thriteen days, so that means in just two weeks we will begin our journey through Andalucia en route to Morocco. And then Tunisia. And then Egypt.
What else... my family and best bud are arriving in three days because they all decided to make spontaneous trips to Spain. I complain that no one ever calls me here, but lo and behold, they just fly over the ocean to talk to me instead.
I've got a lot of loose ends to tie up before I'm ready to leave this city. I thought I'd be ready to leave, but now that I have all this free time, I'm really enjoying myself and I'd like to stay longer if I could.
I had to take out my nose piercing yesterday. Turns out that my hopeful attitude towards it didn't change the fact that it was infected to all hell. It was quite the experience in the piercing shop; I stopped in to ask what kind of cream I could buy to make it better, and upon inspecting my nose, the nice man pretty much flipped out at the fact that I had left it as it was for so long. I pretty much had no choice but to take it out. And! Upon inspecting the sore that had grown on the inside of my nostril, out came the fancy Canon SLR camera to take photographic evidence of WHAT GOES WRONG WHEN YOU KEEP TOUCHING YOUR NEW NOSE PIERCING WITH YOUR NASTY ASS HANDS. Well, that and what happens when your North American nose just doesn't jive with Indian nose-piercing ways. Those photos are going to be bound in that fancy binder of theirs so if anyone wants to see what went wrong, just visit Fusion Tattoo and Piercing in Alicante. I miss my little diamond stud already, despite the fact that it was accompanied by a glaring red sore. Oh well, perhaps I'll get it pierced the next time I'm in India.
I'm also thinking of that time in that parking lot in front of that nice little restaurant in Montreal, just before Christmas. We had just finished brunch, and I was on my way to the bus stop to go back to Toronto. I stood looking at a little old woman (she was little now, after having lost about seventy pounds in just a matter of months) as she was looking at me, and as she stroked my cheek and cupped my chin, I thought of how this might just be the last time I see her. I teared up instantly at this thought, and thinking back to that time now, I tear up again knowing that I was right.