Bom noyte! I’m horizontal, in bed, under the mosquito net, oscillating fan blasting not because it’s hot but just to reinforce the net’s safeguarding against biting critters,
John Legend cooing from the speaker. It’s been a long day and I’m exhausted. I’ve been negligent in keeping up this journal, as my father alerted me to, with a phone call at 3 in the morning (which of course I didn’t answer because - how expensive would that have been on the US phone???). Since I hadn’t written in a while, he thought something bad had happened. Fair enough. I’m in Angola after all.
The sparseness of my writings has coincided with the speed of new experiences. The Tipping Point (back to this book…) was when I moved out of Hotel Universo and into the flat. [Isn't it funny that, no matter why I'm staying at a hotel, it always feels like a special occasion. Even if it's travel for work, routine sort of goes out the window and I have a feeling that I can do special things like eating chocolate in bed.] Then, the things that bum-rushed my senses were a-plenty. Living with a new roommate, buying groceries, finding some workout routine, carving my path to the toilet for my daily early-morning sleepwalk (ooops tmi).
The first main drama was the power going out over this past weekend. NOT GOOD. But, then again, I’ve managed cooking with a headlamp many times. So, it was fine and Fritz (that’s my roommate’s name) and I managed two tasty dinners in the dark (fish steak, stir fry and rice, then spaghetti and sauce with peppers)! It just meant that I had to curb my internet addiction. I got lots of reading done!
Wow, this was supposed to be short and just to say that I’ve posted lots of pictures today, so check ‘em out. Good night! xCelina
