This is my last night on the island. This homestay was dreadfully short. Best to leave while the love is strong though. See you all again.
Maybe tonight while i'm zim zum zooooming.
Peace.
I took my car for a drive today. I love that thing. It works like a charm. I think it'll cross the country 3.5 more times.
I started my new journal yesterday. My first entry was a letter to my future self. I talk about what i've accomplished. Say that i'm still not trying to be famous.
I'm leaving for the west coast on friday. It's going to be a spectacular trip. I must repeat that i love my car. I also love kate, and i also love trevor. They're my company.
Then i plant trees for a few months. Then i've got the fantastically fun mystery month of august. It starts with an island off the south coast of vancouver island. It ends in pei, with me packing for argentina. Somewhere in between i'm fairly sure i'll be attending some music festivals. Shambala would miss me if i didn't go.
Anyway. Waka waka.
I've got some fine books to read, as well. I like having books to read.
Peace and Love.
simon
Well, my trip is officially over. And that said, i'm going to be in venezuela for another full day. Airport style.
I set my alarm for 5am this morning. Marialex woke me up at about 5:50. She woke up completely by chance. Neat.
This, that, and the other thing.
I got to the airport at 7:50, my plane was to take off at 8:35. I figured i was cutting it pretty damn close. I was wrong, i guess. They told me that i missed my plane. I was pretty much in disbelief.
But hey, they weren't lying. So i've settled myself into this airport scene. I'll be sleeping somewhere, probably a corner. I found some string and made a bracelet. It sucks.
I did a bit of writing, which was completely related to two things. One: the dream note i wrote on facebook. Two: a movie called "the secret" that i saw last night. It's the third movie in the "what the bleep do we know" series. Holy cool, i thought a few times.
THey didn't really tell me too much i hadn't thought before, but what they did tell me is that my hunches are facts. A person's thoughts shape that person's world. It's a beautiful thing.
If you imagine yourself getting something or achieving something, then you'll get it or achieve it. "does that mean i can fly if i set my mind to it?" Well, that's a good question. I dont know. I'm tempted to say probably not, but i'm a bit of a doubter with respect to beating gravity. At least before death.
Anyway, i filled journal number two a few hours ago. Writing stuff like "I am old and satisfied", "I am young and strong and unknown", "I am old and happy", "I am busking to make a living in Germany", "I inspire people", and "I am old and i laugh with my friends". There's alot of "I am old..." ones. If i picture myself old and in good company, for example, then it will be. I wont fall away like so many good ones.
Last night i was talking to marialex and a couple neat things came up. We might travel through brazil in the next couple years. We've both got the interest. I was shocked to find out that i wanted to go to Germany, that was just in a conversation about potential travel, and i heard a voice in my head say "Armania". Didn't see that coming.
We also talked about extraterrestrials. Since the movie makes it pretty clear that humans create for themselves whatever they bring to mind, the question posed was, "What do you want?" I gave up something about being in a band. And she said that she wants to be a person that extraterrestrials attempt to talk to. Showed me a little something something about aiming high.
So with that little push, i mentioned writing songs in multiple languages. An album in english, an album in spanish, an album in french... etc. Reach as much of the world as is possible. Hope that while i'm working the music some muse tells me something worth saying.
Also, (and i like this alot) I will be so good at bass guitar that i become invisible. I am so good at bass guitar that i am invisible.
Anyway. I guess i'll see y'all tomorrow. Shame i couldn't write all this stuff while i was getting closer to y'all.
I might eat at TGI Fridays. It's in the aeroport.
I have nothing bad to say about this trip.
I have nothing much to say at all really. I'll see y'all soon.
Maybe tonight while i'm zim zum zooooming.
Peace.
I really like pei. The people here are why it's home. They're family.
I took my car for a drive today. I love that thing. It works like a charm. I think it'll cross the country 3.5 more times.
I started my new journal yesterday. My first entry was a letter to my future self. I talk about what i've accomplished. Say that i'm still not trying to be famous.
I'm leaving for the west coast on friday. It's going to be a spectacular trip. I must repeat that i love my car. I also love kate, and i also love trevor. They're my company.
Then i plant trees for a few months. Then i've got the fantastically fun mystery month of august. It starts with an island off the south coast of vancouver island. It ends in pei, with me packing for argentina. Somewhere in between i'm fairly sure i'll be attending some music festivals. Shambala would miss me if i didn't go.
Anyway. Waka waka.
I've got some fine books to read, as well. I like having books to read.
Peace and Love.
simon
Hola mi amigos.
Well, my trip is officially over. And that said, i'm going to be in venezuela for another full day. Airport style.
I set my alarm for 5am this morning. Marialex woke me up at about 5:50. She woke up completely by chance. Neat.
This, that, and the other thing.
I got to the airport at 7:50, my plane was to take off at 8:35. I figured i was cutting it pretty damn close. I was wrong, i guess. They told me that i missed my plane. I was pretty much in disbelief.
But hey, they weren't lying. So i've settled myself into this airport scene. I'll be sleeping somewhere, probably a corner. I found some string and made a bracelet. It sucks.
I did a bit of writing, which was completely related to two things. One: the dream note i wrote on facebook. Two: a movie called "the secret" that i saw last night. It's the third movie in the "what the bleep do we know" series. Holy cool, i thought a few times.
THey didn't really tell me too much i hadn't thought before, but what they did tell me is that my hunches are facts. A person's thoughts shape that person's world. It's a beautiful thing.
If you imagine yourself getting something or achieving something, then you'll get it or achieve it. "does that mean i can fly if i set my mind to it?" Well, that's a good question. I dont know. I'm tempted to say probably not, but i'm a bit of a doubter with respect to beating gravity. At least before death.
Anyway, i filled journal number two a few hours ago. Writing stuff like "I am old and satisfied", "I am young and strong and unknown", "I am old and happy", "I am busking to make a living in Germany", "I inspire people", and "I am old and i laugh with my friends". There's alot of "I am old..." ones. If i picture myself old and in good company, for example, then it will be. I wont fall away like so many good ones.
Last night i was talking to marialex and a couple neat things came up. We might travel through brazil in the next couple years. We've both got the interest. I was shocked to find out that i wanted to go to Germany, that was just in a conversation about potential travel, and i heard a voice in my head say "Armania". Didn't see that coming.
We also talked about extraterrestrials. Since the movie makes it pretty clear that humans create for themselves whatever they bring to mind, the question posed was, "What do you want?" I gave up something about being in a band. And she said that she wants to be a person that extraterrestrials attempt to talk to. Showed me a little something something about aiming high.
So with that little push, i mentioned writing songs in multiple languages. An album in english, an album in spanish, an album in french... etc. Reach as much of the world as is possible. Hope that while i'm working the music some muse tells me something worth saying.
Also, (and i like this alot) I will be so good at bass guitar that i become invisible. I am so good at bass guitar that i am invisible.
Anyway. I guess i'll see y'all tomorrow. Shame i couldn't write all this stuff while i was getting closer to y'all.
I might eat at TGI Fridays. It's in the aeroport.
Coming home soon. I'm really happy with everything.
I have nothing bad to say about this trip.
I have nothing much to say at all really. I'll see y'all soon.