Flo-Rida
March 17, 2009
Pictorial evidence of my trip.
auntie lisa's house with oak trees
dolphin from auntie phyllis' pool
when you vacation alone you end up taking a lot of pictures of your own face
when you go on vacation alone you end up doing a lot of "collecting" and "documenting"
sometimes shells get stuck to your toes and this makes you "happy"
you go to the don cesar hotel where you used to go when you were little and drink shirley temples. this makes you really happy and then "nostalgic"
you drink this glass of wine and then fall off your bike
you remember that you weren't the first person to vacation here and neither were the spaniards
you harass surly bartenders on the boardwalk while drinking beverages that taste like candy
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Domingo el 14 de Octubre. In the morning, I called out to make the boats ready as we coasted along the island to examine that part of it before landing upon its shore where people gathered. “Come and see the Spaniards who have come from the heavens,” they cried with loud voices or, may it please your Majesty, something very much alike in meaning.
These people are unlike any of your Majesty’s subjects heretofore encountered as they apply a vivid shade of paint to their toes and hide their eyes behind darkly tinted platelets of glass set in thin frames of gold that is said to be found here in abundance.