Greetings all,
Since I have not much else to do, I thought I would give you a brief recap of
the last few days here in Biarritz. Ryan, I hope this message reaches you safely
back home in So Cal in a state of mental organization as you try to get your
thoughts in order. When you left that morning, I went straight back to bed and
slept until 11:30 before packing up my bags and walking up to my new hotel where
I promtly slept for another three hours (sorry, I missed the Beach Boys concert
for this reason). After dinner that night, it was another 12 hour night's sleep.
Two days later, I moved to another hotel where I have been since then and am scheduled
to remain for the next two nights. I was feeling much better by then, but decided
to go see a doctor anyway. He charged me 115 francs, and gave me a list of drugs
to take for the next few days.
I have finished my book, and am now halfway through
The Hunt for Red October. Remind me not to read a book AFTER I've already seen
the movie. I can't help but see Sean Connery on every page.
I feel like a retired
person. I sleep all day, walk around town, read my book, sew patches on my pack,
wear the same clothes, and don't talk much. It's sort of nice, really. But I know
I must be getting better because the whole thing is starting to feel old.
It rains
here. The surf contest is not going very well, I think. I've gone up to the cliffs
to check it out a few times, and there doesn't seem to be too much activity. The
waves were awfull yesterday, and today they are breaking a quarter mile out at
sea. Huge waves. The whole ocean is white with foam. But they are not good for
surfing.
So, that's my life this week. Not a bad place to convelesce, but it's
time to move on. All I have to do is decide out where I want to go in Spain. I
think I will follow the coast west. Mom, I'm not going to worry about my Eurail
pass during the Spain leg of my journey. I have a feeling I will be doing most
of my traveling on busses through that area.
I went back to our favorite Mexican
restaurant last night. It was strange eating there alone. In my travels, I have
discovered something new I had not expected: While Americans in Paris yearn for
the simple hamburger, Southern Californians in Europe absolutely yearn for good
Mexican food. Tonight, there were no other customers in the restaurant. Luckily,
I have discovered a decent pizza place which can make a good pie for one in about
ten minutes. Of course, I head straight for the sunset, pie in hand. Ryan, the
sunsets here are nothing to write home about (I know, interesting choice of phrasing
as I write home about them). They seem to always haze out just at the point when
most sunsets reach their colorful peak. It's like drinking Turkish coffee. Unsatisfying
because you can never drink the last swallow, the sunsets here dissapear before
they actually set.
So that's the news...so much for being mysteriously aloof on
the email. There's nothing else to do!!
Sittin' around the Earth , twiddlin' my thumbs...like Kane?
Time to move
on, but happily recouperating in France's version of Newport Beach,
Chris
P.S. Matt, how's Italy? And guess what? I saw an I (heart) NY t-shirt in
Pamplona. It was running with the Bulls! I got a picture of it for you.