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Location: Southern California

Sunday, May 08, 2005

Travel Journal #5

Exhaustion. Jet lag. Excitement. I have to keep reminding myself that this is real. Keep trying to find nice people to talk to. some people just seem unreachable; above it all. I don't care.

With every step I take, I see how easy it would be to stay for good; live among them. I like their laid back lifestyle. It suits me.

I love the sea. It stretches out in vivid green, aqua, and ultramarine; straight out of a painting. The water rocks the boat playfully. The shore tilts back and forth. There is no suf here, merely a glassy surface harboring dense forests of velvety algae and craggy rocks that resemble mini-mountain ranges. It is easy to see why this place is so revered.

My French is still awful, but I'm betting braver. I try to stick close to our French speaking mentor.

Today was V day. It's shameful we don't recognize it in the US. A French band played our anthem today and I felt embarrassed. Americans are so good at forgetting.

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