Aftermath

So here I sit. a couple thousand miles from where I was twelve hours ago. I would say ‘from when I woke up’ but I never really went to sleep el noche pasado.

I spent the last week in Puerto Rico, working all day and scoping out the place at night. I was amazed at the familiar affability of the locals. Everyone dressed to the nines all the time. And yet, even the beautiful woman wearing Versace would go out of her way to guide you personally to where you needed to go.

The way that people would look you in the eyes struck me the most. I loved it.

I still have sand in my shoes from my last walk down the beach this morning.

More updates and pictures, coming up. First I need to finish my expense report and get some sleep.

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3 Responses to Aftermath

  1. Blackberriesgirl says:

    Sounds like you had an amazing time! Can’t wait to see the pictures! You are a lucky dog! I like the color scheme on your blog!

  2. Nina says:

    Puerto Rico ooh I’m jealous!

  3. Daani says:

    Sounds like a Dido song.

    Two weeks away it feels like the world should’ve changed
    But I’m home now
    And things still look the same
    I think I’ll leave it till tomorrow to unpack
    Try to forget for one more night
    That I’m back in my flat on the road
    Where the cars never stop going through the night
    To real life where I can’t watch sunset
    I don’t have time
    I don’t have time

    chorus:
    I’ve still got sand in my shoes
    And I can’t shake the thought of you
    I should get on, forget you
    Why, why would I want to
    I know we said goodbye
    Anything else would’ve been confused but I wanna see you again

    Tomorrow’s back to work and down to sanity
    should run a bath and then clear up the mess I made before I left here
    Try to remind myself that I was happy here
    Before I knew that I could get on the plane and fly away
    From the road where the cars never stop going through the night
    To real life where I can’t watch sunset
    And take my time
    Take up our time

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