Sorry

it's been awhile...

I'm just decompressing right now...I jokingly call my room the "decompression chamber" but there's a bit of truth to that. Culture shock hasn't really kicked in...well, except for having my hatred of super-fucking-markets re-affirmed (note to readers: I may swear a bit in the blog and if you don't like it then...I don't know what to tell you. Sorry to sound terse but there it is....love you!!) Ugh. So much space and so little need for the HUGE aisles. And open 24 hours?? WHY??? I am guilty of going to Giant Eagle at 3 in the morning but if the store wasn't open then, I would just deal. It's not a matter of life and death whether I get some doughnuts and soda because I'm pulling an all-nighter. I would just have to plan my schedule accordingly.

So...I miss Jerusalem. I miss the smells and colors and sounds of Jerusalem. I miss hearing the call to prayer and the sellers yelling in the market. I miss haggling with shopkeepers and seeing piles of spices. I miss THE GRAFFITI!! Holy crap, the graffiti. (I can't wait to post more pictures for y'all to see.) And then the scarves...so many in such incredible colors. I like the rain here but...I'm used to it. I grew up with it. Arid places make me feel more wild. I don't know how to explain it; it can be draining physically but I feel more alive or more...unfettered in an arid climate. It was that way with Boulder. I came back from the West with fire in my eyes-or so I felt.

I do miss Berne too. It was my favorite European city I visited. I miss the people and scenery and the river (oh my god, the Aare is THE cleanest river I have ever seen) in Berne. I think I miss Jerusalem more because...well, I want to go back but it will be more of a process than just whipping across to Berne. Maybe not, but that's how I'm feeling. Anyways, here's some poetry; I don't have pics to go along with it but c'est la vie, non?

I.
he said
remember you have someone here that loves you.
and she had
tears in her eyes
and then she cried and cried and cried
rivers that would never wash
away the ancient stones of the city.
her heart now knew
what forever
meant.


II.
when she recovered
she found
her body remembered
the good things too.

*Note: I like to write (or rather, I have to write) but I don't think I'm all that (some of the time anyhow) but I love feedback if you have any.