It's kinda creepy and very unfortunate that now that I'm sitting back here at my desk and typing this entry the past eleven days feel like nothing more than a hazy, spectacular dream. It doesn't help that having returned to this fair city my sinuses exploded and I'm on some medicine right now that sort of makes everything hazy and dreamlike, but well, there you have it. Dunno how fruitful my posting will be today, because I'm just very dazed.
Let me say, though, that Vieches, the island where the majority of my past eleven days were spent, was unbelievably gorgeous, and if anyone ever has the chance to go there, do, because it's paridise. Unspoiled, pristine paradise. Beaches unlike any I thought I'd ever walk on. Shows how ruined I am by commericialization but I kept thinking of those Corona commercials where they show the people on the empty white sanded beach and the wind blowing in their Corona bottle... it was like an overly retouched commercial, it was so blessedly perfect. When the beach we went to was busy there were maybe five people there besides us. The water was perfect, the weather was perfect... my gushing knows no bounds about this place.
I'm attempting to not be bitter about being back here. I'm in such a drugged out unprepared haze it isn't hard. I was ready to come back, though, by the end; if I can't live there permanently then five days is enough for one stretch. I did get a little sunburned, and five straight days of beach-lounging is plenty if there's nothing more to do by that point. If I were one of the lucky souls with emplyment there I'd never grow tired of it, but I can only take so much relaxation before my nagging NYC-trained brain starts telling me I should be doing something.
So I'm back, and I'm refreshed and happy and dazed. I have the rest of the work week free until my boss comes back from his vacation, so once my brain sorts itself out I imagine I'll be posting up a storm. Til then...
Let me say, though, that Vieches, the island where the majority of my past eleven days were spent, was unbelievably gorgeous, and if anyone ever has the chance to go there, do, because it's paridise. Unspoiled, pristine paradise. Beaches unlike any I thought I'd ever walk on. Shows how ruined I am by commericialization but I kept thinking of those Corona commercials where they show the people on the empty white sanded beach and the wind blowing in their Corona bottle... it was like an overly retouched commercial, it was so blessedly perfect. When the beach we went to was busy there were maybe five people there besides us. The water was perfect, the weather was perfect... my gushing knows no bounds about this place.
I'm attempting to not be bitter about being back here. I'm in such a drugged out unprepared haze it isn't hard. I was ready to come back, though, by the end; if I can't live there permanently then five days is enough for one stretch. I did get a little sunburned, and five straight days of beach-lounging is plenty if there's nothing more to do by that point. If I were one of the lucky souls with emplyment there I'd never grow tired of it, but I can only take so much relaxation before my nagging NYC-trained brain starts telling me I should be doing something.
So I'm back, and I'm refreshed and happy and dazed. I have the rest of the work week free until my boss comes back from his vacation, so once my brain sorts itself out I imagine I'll be posting up a storm. Til then...
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