Just came back from a three-day trip out of town. Sipped juice from a coconut, marinated in a pool, drank pee and sulfur in the kid's pool, struggled into a bathingsuit, watched the foreigners and their filipina girlfriends flirt in the water, watched kites flying, watched the moon waxing, looked at churches, took pictures, ate a lot of salt-content, played poker with our parents and cleaned them out. 

Watched TV with a busted cathode ray tube, sweat like hell, complained about my big bloated arms. Hiked up a grotto, got caught in the rain, bought stuffed toy monkeys, and paper straw hats. Loved every minute of it.

Now we're back, we're settled, we've peed motor oil.

And I have, as usual, a million things to do.

I miss this view.