coldhearted scientist وداد

Storm Update: T.S. Lee broke through my roof and destroyed part of the interior, where I had finally been able to have damage from the 2008 Hurricanes Gustav and Ike repaired. Before Katrina all these things were covered by homeowner’s insurance, but that is no longer the case. Roofers are coming tomorrow morning, Labor Day.

This afternoon in Maringouin it is raining, and I am listening to ancient songs. Once we started hitchhiking from Barcelona, around seven in the evening. We did not expect to get too far in one day and thought we’d start, even though it was late, just so as to have started. We were on our way to Málaga, planning to take the ferry to Melilla and then get on a bus or a truck or whatever we might find to Marrakech and then on East.

We were soon picked up by a man making a straight shot for Seville and looking for people to help drive. It was late when we got in, and I cannot remember how we found a place to stay, we were so tired. I do remember how different I felt waking up at almost noon, relaxed and rested among painted tiles. I smelled wet bougainvillea and cinnamon and café con leche and it was like having come home again to the magical world.

It rained all day so we spent the afternoon sitting underneath arches. We ate kidneys cooked in sherry and listened to palmas and guitar riffs wafting from the houses. Now it is raining again, and I am listening again.

Axé.