Translation for 140 languages by ALS
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did. So throw off the bowline.
Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sail.
Explore. Dream. Discover
---Mark Twain


Sailing in Barcelona

I missed community theatre play on Friday. Arrrgh.
But, at the last minute, I joined a Couchsurfing sailing excursion Saturday afternoon. It was great. (Fyi, Barcelona has the Mediterranean Sea, not the ocean). 

The group included a Russian, two Italians, and a couple from The Netherlands(?) To my surprise the water is actually softer - I felt lighter...more buoyant - farther from shore and we dove off the boat and swam around for a bit, staying close to the dingy, which was tethered to the back of the boat. Although the motor was off and it didn't look like the boat was moving, forget to mind it and - wtf!? - you'd find yourself quickly left far behind. Suddenly those lost-at-sea movies take on a gut-wrenching realness. 


Even the homeless are materialistic

Wtf lady?!

I can never understand why homeless persons further burden themselves with acquiring more and more shit. They have no place to put it! I snapped this picture in Spain; but have observed the very same, practically identical, thing in Mexico, Puerto Rico, California, Chicago, Miami Beach. (I must say, I don't recall such homelessness in any part of Germany. Beggars and winos, yes, and I presume they're indigent but they don't have a 'tent city' about them).  

Personally, I'm forever discarding stuff - nice stuff because I don't buy junk - from my suitcases in order to make airline baggage allowances as well as to not have to lug 'baggage' from port to port because even though the contents are nice, and, I believe, essential, after a little while of transversing stairs, hills, cobblestone walkways, crowds, etc. I just start to feel like Sisyphus. Maybe the human animal is prone to accumulate irregardless of his wealth or poverty.   


Ways I relax (PICS)

Ain't Life a stressful trip! Well I hate stress; and bona fide stressors like babies, drama queens, women motorists trying to parallel park, idiots who take +16 items to the "10 Item" register, court TV, paramilitary pigs, loud headphones. 

Of the many things I try to do to fight back the blues or rage are to enjoy some ice cream or chocolate; take a long, aimless walk; watch comedy; or porn. 

 this book made me suspicious to UK Border Patrol


watch the sunset

 pause and take in the beautiful surroundings


or a massage; and what better way to have a massage than with the ocean breeze -- that is, when either Saucy or Tootsie Pop ain't around? (You can guess how she got the name. Hello!)

Or a happy ending to the whatever way it comes.

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