hebdo.wanderLust-’dam, again
> what a long/strange trip it’s been…
> tired of flying solo…
> when th road/has bn too lonely/& th night/has bn too long…
> like a long/lonely stream/i keep rolling towards a dream…
> gotta find me/a place in th sun…
> nowhere to run/nowhere to hide…
> last night i hit my self-pitying bottom after nearly two weeks of visiting
> or
> trying to meet or reaching out to th wrong people @ th wrong time…
> not th season for attempting to bring good cheer w/ short, unexpected
> visits-
> alex in hamburg was anxiously insomniac anticipating a big oral economic
> theory exam & he wd wake me up w/ a shout whenever i wd start to snore…
> i didn’t get much sleep on th train to wiesbaden- there was a change to a
> rickety suburban trainin frankfurt @ five-thirty in th morning- & kerstin,
> economist & planner w/ a mortgage bank, seemd to be under th weather- heavy
> emotional weather, it seemed- so after cooking her some lentil soup, i got
> on
> th night train to paris- where emanuelle was too busy choreographing a show
> to get together for a cup of coffee. i got a run in around my old parc de
> buttes-chaumont route on th sunday of my arrival. on thursday, before
> finally
> taking another night train to amsterdam, i struggled w/ th madly shopping
> crowds to walk from th 19th, down thru le marais & my first look @ th place
> des vosges & th fancier parts of paris, until i found la madeleine, circled
> it, & walkd back w/a stop for dinner in le marais- shouldered my backpack &
> walkd to th gare du nord…i finally got another run in, th very thursday
> of
> my arrival in amsterdam, mostly th herrengracht half-circle, turning back @
> th amstel, then, not finding th hotel because i cut back to th singel @ th
> level of th radhuis, running down th singel to where it meets leidsestraat
> &
> back again…i want to try to run again today, hope th drizzle stays
> light…
> w/ no direction/home
> like a complete unknown
> like a rolling stone
> abrazos, dabizzet.j=(8{>