Bited nails

Cant believe its been 10 days since my last postings…putt myself in a timetrap, baby..:)

Its been crazy since I started to work in a Guest house. I needed a job for more than one good reason. Yet more reasons why I keep forgetting to come home came. Life is tricky and once u have a thought caught on all is settled u start losing some of the leashes letting space u invade expand . That is really a juicy part of it. And yes there is a lot of beer juice or agave juice or vine juice( no , this one is a lie), fruit juice and cachasa juice..

A dangerous country is really, this Brazil as whole world likes to let u know. I’m hearing directions set as a rule in ears of travelers by a reception counter what is safe and where something for shore can happened. Must let u know I don’t agree. I’ve walked places with camera in the palm, im blond and flirty and bad situation in all this time avoid my way. Being lucky?! Coud be putted that way, but I think it can be said that the thoughts are not calling shity memories. And even if they do happened ( things that some would call bad, dangerous) mind turn them into a good stuff, something new that has been discovered. Its sense of humor too that is needed. Helps..all tools together will make u wise.

Larissa came last week after being in disappearance for a week with a very skiny guy, that instead of dreads made his head bigger with other kind of knotting but have no idea what would be the name of it..(Slovenian-kitke)

Dido is still my more put on “decoration”, jajajaja…my favorite one. He is growing in his relationship and just reached the agreement with his man to live an open relationship.. he came out straight after a while of thinking what would be the right thing to do. He knows what he wants(the whole world as he likes to jokes) and he is not a typo of the guy that will lie or hold something back if he knows better.

Im thinking while eating all this new concept..well, old concept new the in how alive is now, being put in action..experiencing them from such closeness I get infected.. heart is listening and mourning in a happy way about fading aspect that he was use to follow before. Mind creation set aspects in the manual of how this body should function.

Fuck, love, hate and drag that demonist love butterfly in the air. Let is shine while it stuff his light in ur back side. U know that a word doesn’t make it alive, right!? So why stress if I fuck and why love if I get gentle and sweet.

Watch the actions, go deaf sometimes. Its good!

Im getting to know the life of travelers from another point of u. The fears get expressed, think conversation are more intimate that with best friends u know for ever. It’s a travelling spirit that gets loud with trust and knowledge good people are usually the ones u meet, when exploring around.

All stories they have, things they do or better how strong and change they turned.

Loco is my best friend there. He is a black Labrador, hairy that does get smelly soon in the heat of Salvador. I need to wash him this week. On my free we’re aff to be lost on streets of Pelurinho. We have cold water for him and white plastic pot. He makes me pretend I don’t know him sometimes when piing on a painting that an artist put on the street, happens. I mean u have to respect his freedom in this full of people place, he was broth here to live among us and his way of understanding art is different. So I suppose he didn’t really like it( I didn’t either) and he tried to was the bad idea of the canvas and make it ready for some better moments to be expressed there. Dogs are practical..

He is on a invisible leash. It’s love that grow between us and that he doesn’t move away from it, or better that he likes to follow it. Last Friday we did it again. Stopped in one of the bars, making shore sun is not hitting his black fur. Water was dripping out of his mouth, he shake the head 4 times and sprinkle it round peoples exposed skin(and that should be fine, since they are all wet of a sweat anyway). Me and beer made friendship that day and words where listed in a book, thank god, finally after a while of not being there for them. L

Tuesday is the craziest time of the week in old center. Everybody on the street, all bars open, even better, street bars get created on the spot, beer Skol is R$2, cashasa with my new favorit flavor-ginger is R$2 one shoot or R$8 garafa..last one is parked in the bag making shore the continent of liquid is disappearing not to slow.

Geronimo is big person in size and a great and famous singer here. He has his all year round stage down steers on a beautiful front church corridor , every Tuesday.

U gonna see us there. Rain want stop us, just push us into Sancofa earlier. I hate R$10 that needs to be payed at all times( except if Inbal-boss is with us, but even him(a very interesting being) is leaving in few hours back to Bogota). Club is great..cool and professional music, good atmosphere with nice people and inTheMood dancers. Smoking area is on the roof terrace with a Pelurinho view.

Simon is gona be the commander of Nega Maluca from Monday on. He is a sweet French speaking Canadian, that is doing something out of his life in a different way. Sara, Italian blood, from Trieste is a party partner. We do salsa and like to talk about guys that dance with us: “Lets go and find where they work. Simon recognized one and they are close to Nega…”, we still didn’t go. They all bite their nails. More than me..

Tomorrow..:)