i had a window seat. my next door neighbor was a large african priest with a sweet dark chocolate face. when he sneezed....i god blessed him. he just looked at me with a slight smile, looked at my food and said bon appetit. maybe he didn't even understand that this american white girl had just blessed his soul.

yesterday was my first day in europa. germany. flight arrived at crack-o-dawn and after a shower and delish nap....martha, dagmar and i went to get our hairs cut. shopped para zapatos and then dined on indian food returning home to drink sehr gut wine. 2 bottles. lots of drinking, laughing, telling stories. i love they!

now i sit in the rome airport. bit into a bad plum and tried to ring the trash with it but i overshot.....by about 6 feet. thats embarrassing! stupid americans.

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bonjour! now i'm in nice. i have been in 4 different countries in 2 days.

i am showered and about to go to dinner with susan. we are staying at the hi hotel.(pronounced "he Otel" by the way!) it is a modern delight of pop art colors, sleek laminated everything and funky artistic additions like the wooden feet nailed to floor.

our room has a glass shower enclosure which is just a new level of intimacy from the tub situation in cartagena. BUT....it is the best goddamned shower i could ever have! you are blasted with a couple of hot streams....enough to rip off your skin much less any dirt or debris you may have gathered in your travels and the soaps....the soaps are scrumptious organic desserts. it's good to know that if i get hungry during the night, i will have a snack!

oh also....they dont have a hair dryer! can you believe it??? so, i used the little coochie dryer by the toilet. don't laugh, i was desperate! i mean, i have to keep my new do looking good!

tomorrow is shoot your ass off all day long until you are exhausted and can carry on no longer day. i'm not really looking forward to it. i am in france you know....i'd rather be drinking vin or cafe at a little bistro under a tree, street side; a scarf around my neck blowing in the wind while i talk and gesture madly with my hands. but alas....