a reluctant second step: time

okay, so i'm back. didn't expect to be back so soon. not now anyway. i didn't come here to tell you anything in particular. i just thought i'd drop by and check on you. what am i saying??? oh well, i'm here and there you are. reading. i wouldn't go so far as saying i think i want to go on with this thing, this blogging. but hey. i've got time. i'm on an island don't forget.

time here, if he were a person, likes to take things real easy. get up late in the morning and ask leo, the guy at the bar, to make him a nice cup of lavazza coffee before checking out the beautiful people at the beach. he would take small sips. once on the beach, he'd take off his flip flops and enjoy a quiet slow walk. playing with the sand with his feet and toes. occasionally he would stop and enjoy a little wind in his hair and the bright sun in his face. yes, he's got his aviators on of course.

lunchtime, he would skip the meal and go for a nice cold mango shake instead. the girls at the bar are happy to see him up and about and in an infectious good mood. he would walk some more. not to burn himself under the bright sun, he'd set himself on a comfortable lounge chair under a coconut tree, grab his ipod and put on his cafe del mar playlist. then, with mango shake in hand, he'd exchange pleasantries with passersby while waiting for the tide to come in so he could enjoy some play time in the water.

late in the afternoon, because he had seen the beach sunset countless times, they're over rated if you ask me, he would jump on his sachs madass scooter and go for a ride on the road that runs along the west coast. he would be cruising at a steady 60kph and just ride as the sun slowly sinks into the pacific. the skies would be brilliant red and orange when he turns around and head back to his pad to make dinner, spanish sardines spaghetti, his favorite. mine too.

after dinner, he would go online to chat with friends. i wonder if he'd be in facebook. oh, who isn't? he would post an entry in his blog, explaining to complete strangers how his day went, how much he is enjoying his stay on the island and why extending his stay is not a distant possibility.

he wouldn't decide right away,of course. a short nap, then a trip to the bar to enjoy more pleasantries with some of the new faces he had seen during the day. and yes! the mojitos should be in season. he would take sips again. he would engage in light but stimulating conversations. nothing about politics and religion. not even about work! he really does like to take things easily.

as the evening nears the end, he would be pleased to walk a lovely new friend to her hotel room. he would ask for her number. she would give it and kiss him on the cheek to thank him for a lovely time at the bar. he would leave smiling and thinking that the idea to extend his stay had just become so much more appealing. he wouldn't decide still.

in his room, in his bed, he would look for unread articles on last month's readers' digest to take him to sleep. it works every time.

late the next morning, he would see leo again for coffee like he had done millions of times.

far from a vicious cycle. too far.

my turn. pleasantries, here i come.