And feelin’ groovy. I guess that term is far out these days, but it is still out of sight to recall all those cool things we said back in the glory days. Here’s how the day went in my golden years:
It being Sunday, we kicked off the morning with our regularly scheduled Candy Walk. Mostly the same old, same old, so I ain’t gonna bore you with photos of things you’ve seen before. One difference yesterday was that next door neighbors, Martin and Joss, joined us and seemed to enjoy the experience. They are devoted walkers, so I felt ashamed to finish the walk where we usually do at the 5K mark. Instead, we continued on all the way back to Alta Vista.
This week I videoed Section 10 of the walk. Five minutes of sweetness for you to enjoy.
Next on the Sunday agenda is the Hideaway feeding.
Then I moved onto the beach.
As usual, I connected to the Bluetooth music box and enjoyed songs from one of my Spotify playlists. Until the battery on the box gave out, and no one could find the charger cord. I didn’t get pissed or anything, but it seemed like none of the staff gave a shit, they were too busy playing cards. We decided to forego the sunset and left early for some dinner at John’s place.
I was feeling in a Mexican mood, so I ordered the enchiladas.
We were enjoying our visit to Red Bar and the friendly service so much that we elected not to move on to a different nightcap venue. And then the power went out for some reason. We were sitting in the outside area so it didn’t really matter, except for losing the breeze from the fans. We finished our drinks, paid the tab, and headed for home.
It’s good to be alive.
For some reason, I wasn’t feeling so upbeat on the last day of May in 2008. It may have been that three years of the Itaewon lifestyle were getting to me. I don’t mention it in that post, but I expect I may have been having some love life issues as well. Of course, the worst was yet to come!
Today’s YouTube vlogger tackles the question of why we call ourselves “expats” instead of immigrants. I think the answer is pretty straightforward: if we are not here seeking a path to citizenship, we are just expatriates living life away from our homeland. I would never relinquish my American birthright, even though I have no intention ever to return there to live.
Today’s moment of Zen:
A Day Without Sunshine is Like, Night.
Damn, two lame ones in a row. Why am I doing this? (Don’t blame me for the grammatical errors in these, I stole them from somewhere and I’m just quoting what I found.)
Maybe bad Zen jokes will make these seem funnier:
Alright, I’m done. Hash Monday has arrived, and I have no clue what today’s trail will bring. Given that we are starting at the far end of Barretto and finishing on Baloy Beach, I’m expecting a climb to the ridgeline is in my near future. We’ll see how I feel about it when I get there.
I would never relinquish my American birthright, even though I have no intention ever to return there to live.
Are you loyal to the actual country, or more loyal to an idea of the country given the country’s perceived reality?
re: “Ferme ta bouche”
Literally, “Shut your mouth.” Kind of bland. I’ve commented several times, but you keep forgetting, that the more natural way to say “Shut up” in French would be more like, “Ta gueule!” or “Ferme-la!” or “La ferme!” Of the three, stick with “Ta gueule!” A “gueule” is an animal’s mouth. A “bouche” is a human’s mouth. In French, when you want to be more cuttingly insulting, you refer to a human’s body parts as if they were an animal’s body parts.