this is where we look for things
9.23.01 - 1:22
in the middle of writing a poem about rain in c�diz and almost rain in sevilla and then all of a sudden i looked up and the almost rain was rain and then i was suddenly very disoriented but i had to leave it as the almost rain because really, it's so much prettier that way. but you'll always know that it was really rain rain, heidi said, and i know and she knows but it's ok, because the rain rain wasn't that at first, but the almost rain.
and then we're walking and walking and it's raining and first we are thinking, oh, we're mojada and enojada but then you reach a point where you can't get wetter and the rain is warm and then you slip into a bar and order some orange juice and queso and everything falls into place and feels like it belongs. and then walking home to dinner along the river, right in front of the torre del oro and thinking, i don't understand why the river always seems so far when it's only two minutes coming in this direction and before we know it we're home and they canceled manolo garcia's concert because of the rain but that's ok. made some french-spanish-greek-italian friends in the calle the other day and learned a lot of slang. how do you say, como se dice, there was so much of that. passing time under an awning and talking in some weird combination of two or three languages and lots of hand gestures and facial expressions and it's so funny because we all understand each other and it's been so long since we understood anything at all.
