"When you travel, you experience, in a very practical way, the act of rebirth. You confront completely new situations, the day passes more slowly, and on most journeys you don't even understand the language the people speak. So you are like a child just out of the womb. You begin to attach much more importance to the things around you because your survival depends on them. You begin to be more accessible to others because they may be able to help you in difficult situations. And you accept any small favor from the gods with great delight, as if it were an episode you would remember for the rest of your life. At the same time, since all things are new, you see only the beauty in them, and you feel happy to be alive."
Paulo Coelho, from The Pilgrimage
the beach is beautiful, with fishermen and ravens everywhere. i had a delicious seafood soup last night, and two lattes with chocolate this morning. decadent me. lodging is inflated right now, because of the season, but food is ridiculously cheap. today, i will put my feet into the arabian sea, adding it to the caribbean, atlantic, pacific, cortez, and the south china. i'm sure not all of these are officially among the seven, but i like to enumerate them.