No, I did not fall into the sea. Although I would have liked to...
After a few laps to feel more connected and earthy, I took off my headphones to listen to the waves. I ended up writing a poem. And it is a fact that a downpour is the best thing for physical and mental suffocation. I knew it when I felt at least a little cold inside and out.
Water got in my eye
(((( disclaimer *** This is where cycling ended today. I went back home, where else would I go?
I had the best: physical exercise and... look at my hands. That's because of overhydration. Or I don't know... I have no vocation as a scientist.
You see... I got wet, and now what do I do with my responsibility? I said I would quit my job today. I wanted to finish it and that's it.
The clouds were not shy at all. They announced the collapse of the sky... the whole sky.
By this time, it's all Fukuoka... but without bachata 馃槄 and me imagining things that are not. Someone I met when I fell into a puddle in the surroundings of John Lennon Park told me she was passing through, staying in a hotel in Varadero. She wanted to see me. And me... pedalling in the wrong direction. Going to the Comodoro Hotel to get ice cream, which by the way I didn't find.
Nanyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! That's another one, not me.
She works at the Miramar Trade Center and she told me there was a red tent on the Comodoro, ice cream, all the way to the bottom go straight ahead... don't stop. I did that. But I was probably distracted.
First I sat there on the shore, of course, listening to the waves and writing the poem.
Oh, vanilla!
I don't like that flavour that much. I took a banana out of the ones I had in my backpad.
In the absence of peanut bars I had to have some preparation because I was going to cycle 25 km.
The poem is coming... just wait a bit.
The first stop on this bike ride was my work. When I walked through the front door of the magazine I was ready to quit. Sometimes I've pushed buttons under the influence of alcohol and now the messages don't get through. 馃し鈥嶁檧 This issue of going to work was not just about pushing a button, I had to write a letter to complete the procedure. A member of the management team told me that she didn't authorise me to do that? WTF. 馃槬
Another hotel. I don't catch any message, poor me 馃様.
"Fr铆o, fr铆o, como el agua del r铆o..." 馃槃 馃幎
I have lost my photos inside my mobile phone.
By the way, I'm bingeing on Juan Luis Guerra songs while writing this post. Here's another one.
Girl, hope you love me for God's sake, even if it's my fault you got wet.
馃槒
Poem anyone? This is the #Monomad.
馃挙
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