(This photo is from yesterday. Yesterday was fun.)
Today (like every day) was all about me. I spent time with myself doing coursework and going for short walks (400-metre heats) before passing out on my bed for long naps. I didn't feel like eating during the day so I did laundry instead, drank a sugary banana-strawberry-cacao concoction midday and choked down 3 Capers chocolate chunk oatmeal cookies with cashew pieces for dinner.
While resting on the hill with a notebook and my ipod at English Bay this evening, a kind yet progressively familiar older tourist guy named Rick decided that I was showing all the signals for being open to long-talky-about-nothing-in-particular time. So he gave me a long chat spanning naturopathic medicine, energy meridians, the Vernon softball tournament, invasive plants, travel and the Brothers Gibb. I was polite, as I like to listen to tourists with whom I have nothing in common (...except for the items listed above) and learn about perspectives completely different from mine -- but I enjoy it for five minutes, tops. And from a healthy distance away, unless they're my type and this is a fantasy sequence of our first magical meeting or something. Anyway, he inched closer and closer and closer until an hour later he was brave enough to give me a hug and tell me that I reminded him of a German Mennonite. Thanks? I said thanks. He called me Martha.
I maintain that I do enjoy people and I'd rather be friendly than suspicious. Or friendly, then suspicious; I hear that the ones that emerge into this life with the greatest idealistic notions are the same ones that appear the most cynical later. (*Shout-outs to Goran and Lori. And Michelle.*)
;-)
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