its a line from an advert i saw here, meaning, why save your dreams for later? of course there was a cute picture of a guy and girl in swimsuits caressing each other underneath the line, and it happened to be an advertisement for a travel agent. but still, its so true. by the way, the entry from the other day i still read and find funny. did i skip the part where i mention i'm in paradise? i am. i was pretty much forced to take some time off from touring brussels in order to recuperate. after spending too much time in a smoky little neighborhood convenience store, i developed a case of the flu, or something bronchial anyway. when i couldn't keep my eyes open during the EU tour we took today, i decided a nap would probably be wise. i pleaded with myself, but finally gave in. besides i had fresh stuff from the market that needed attention, cause i sure don't plan on eating anything else raw for awhile....not that the hamburger meat wasn't delicious all red and mayonaised last night at dinner.
but i went for a run after my sleep and realized how startlingly stunning this area of town is. almost to the end of the metro on the lower east side (thats right new yorkers), it is unbelievable...florid avenues, lightways to delight (if i may indulge my inner anne of green gables), covered gardens and heated terraced restos...its all part of my neighborhood. i really can't believe my eyes. and to make it even better, there are signs everywhere for the moto-weekend! apparently there will be some kind of motorcycle/scooter festival coming up. i'm psyched, i think. i'm not totally sure what it entails, but if i get to take a ride with some biker, i'm ready. or maybe i'll get to go it alone! thats an interesting visual. mom you should probably stop reading. but then again it was probably a mistake to give me luggage as a graduation gift. thats right. i'm blaming you for all this.
anyway, i can't spend too much more time today. i'm taking leave after i get better so i can spend it with the locals. its a blessing no doubt. my french still sucks, but with practice...
seriously though. it makes me mad when i can't go out at night. especially ones like this, the late summer kind, drowning in idyllic cafe scenes, discotheques with the furmaners. sudafed....do your magic. tant pis.
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