i have all good intentions of getting out early today
head up to Alahambra young in the day
but i also want to sleep
so i roll around and around in bed.
i guess i got out of bed at 8 to use the toilet
stayed back in bed til 10
then wrote a bit
mostly messed with the ipod. organizing things
and wondering
again
what i was doing today:
rent the room another night?
or leave my lap top with the front desk, go see Alahambra, and leave afterwards?
i weigh
worrying about my stuff getting stolen
or carrying it around
or going back and laying in the sun
or sleeping with Antonio again
or sleeping alone and getting more rest
and going to the sauna and seeing some of these beautiful men playing
i weigh
and slide around
an hour passes
Antonio sends me an SMS asking me not to come back before 5
so i won’t go to the beach today anyway
and
that leaves me wandering somewhere somewhen…
and
yet again
i feel betrayed by him
which doesn’t make any sense
it’s my confusing emotions
i think i’m really angry with him because of my own actions
but everything is so muddled, i cannot tell
but how quickly love turns to hate
i get hard on my self
believe i am just a fucked up box
that will never love anyone
then remember my sermon to the priest
and give it to myself
bull shit!
love and light and love and light and love and stuff…
ugh.
so i flip a coin
go to the desk
give them another 20 for the night.
Ok.
i need to exchange some more money
get a bite to eat
some water
and up the hill!
i go out walking
and immediately feel drawn into a bakery
beautiful cream horn type things
then there’s the chocolate donut thing
i get two things… and a small thing.
which, aren’t really all that good, really
but i walk
looking for a place to exchange money…
there are banks on every corner
so i walk into the Rural bank
stand in line a while
and when i get to the counter
the woman doesn’t know how to do Cambio
so there’s waiting for help and
fussing around
and i don’t have my passport
so she can’t do it anyway
fine.
i walk around back up towards the hotelto get the passport
concerned with time now
on the way
i stop and get a pollo swarma
very good.
back in the room
grab my documents
then go back out to another bank
big signs “we don’t accept $100 bills”
hmmmm
lines too long
i walk back to the first bank i went to
the woman is busy
so i go to a man
he says
“Sorry, we don’t accept $100 bills”
which is all i have… because they are smaller and pack more
so that’s my currency
ok.
i go to another bank
same thing.
ok.
she directs me to an exchange office across the road
which is fine
no commission
but i lose €10 in the exchange because of their rate.
OK
fine
i go and jump on a bus to take me up to Alahambra
all pretty smooth
go to buy my ticket
“you are not allowed in until 14:00”
ok.
two hours away..
so i walk around
and see a road i don’t know
so follow it
follow it down
it takes me a while to figure out
but this is going around the Other side of Alahambra
i walk around in it for a while… on the road…
which is all cobbled as opposed to the dirt road on the other side…
waterfalls…
Quote from Lorca on the wall…
eventually
i decide to follow it down..
i’ll go back to the room to write..
or eat
or something
siesta
(all plans shift)
on the walk down
i see a courtyard thing..
interesting back door into the complex?
at the bottom of the road
i turn left
to see if i can get into it..
all fenced off…
but there is a gate… open
i walk through it
and see it leads to a weedy river side area
the courtyard area still fenced off…
but
someone has pulled the fence up at an area…
so i climb in
walk around
stand at the water falls for a while…
imagine being an 11 year old
and
in swimming trunks
climb up it..
into some secret depths…
i walk up to the beautiful door…
take a picture
other plaques…
worn away
in spanish…
what did they say?
1887?
i walk back out
noticing cleavers everywhere..
eat the cleavers… eat the dandelion greens…
walk along the river…
through all the weeds
the trees
so green
the wild flowers..
bright yellow
and a beautiful purple… iris, i think.
there’s a dog barking at me
a boy reading
i play with the dog
who pretends he’s attacking me..
but he really wants to play..
i’m not scared.
i’m not worried at all.
i walk out of that area
and follow a path down to the riverside
rather
down to the river
which isn’t a river
more of a creek…
must it flood?
the banks are three or four meters high…
five at points, maybe six?
still trying to get used to imagining the size in meters…
high walls
much higher than me
but the creek is about one… one to two meters across
not wide
not deep
maybe it was once larger…
before being dammed up a million times, i’m sure…
the water is greyish…
not clean…
but not floating shit… it’s alright
there are worn paths
so i go walking..
beautiful…
these huge walls are… buildings?
one of them is..
the field i was just walking in, the riverside up there
under it there are … windows..
with weeds growing out of them…
something old
forgotten
once used…
under the arches…
all the tourists who notice me stare
smile, if i make eye contact
take pictures
i pock up a fallen branch
straight
good for walking
i have to cross the river
stepping stones
jumping.
splashing
thankful for these shoes again
pretty water proof…
i feel so excited all of a sudden
on a little adventure
i could get in trouble
i could get stuck
i’m setting a vagabond example
PHEW
i thought i was getting boring for a while there…
and it’s peaceful
there are no tourists down here..
sure
many if i look up
at the old buildings
churches and stuff
huge walls, though
way up there
i needn’t worry…
but i do have to keep jumping back and forth across the river…
getting my shoes wet
and there are ducks
who aren’t too thrilled by my presence
but they are civil
hide among their plants while i pass
the geese aren’t so civil
they yap and screech and all run around
panic
there
across the river
old arches of Alahambra
a broken bridge
someone cutting the grass
i can smell it
how willy…
to cut the grass…
walking long enough
i come to the end..
oddly enough
there is a huge tunnel
it disappears into darkness…
though there are paths along the side of each..
there is a slight rotten stench coming out of there
and
stepping inside slightly
i can see my breath in clouds…
i’m confused by this
where the fuck am i?
i look at the map
there is a small river, yes… comes in from the north
that’s where i am…
but then it gets eaten by the city
doesn’t show it comes out at all…
probably it fuses with that river over there
but that’s very far away..
i weigh it
but don’t feel like walking under the city with no oxygen
only this small red LED on the fisher-man’s watch my dad gave me
no, i don’t need to go in there
ok…
end of the river walk
now how do i get back up?
i remember seeing a high bank going up to nearly the top of the wall…
where?
i start heading back..
now the geese are really pissed off…
one is chasing me
i use my stick to fend him off
confidence is the best defense.
crossing back again
an old woman and her husband watch me
i look at the rocks
judge the distance
look up at her
she smiles
wondering how i’ll make it..
i jump
miss
get a bit wet, but just my shoes.
along along the water
see a tall fig tree
so go over to it
and start climbing up…
high enough over the wall
(father and children watching)
i look
but it’s the back yard of someone’s house…
i could… probably just get out through their gate..
but
don’t want to invade…
ok ok
back down
going going
a few more splashes
as two boys sitting on a bridge watch me
and there’s where i can get back up
i jump over the wall
and straighten my clothes a bit.
i walk around back up top again
things manicured
people in nice clothes
i feel out of place
i breathe…
go get some water
a fancy plastic bottle with a clip
i attach it to my belt
nice.
i sit on the wall and drink.
across the bridge there
a big sign for
Buros Taxi
where do they go?
“rural y turistica”
yeah?
where could we go?
off the roads
away from everything..
is there a place off the roads anymore
is there a place away from everything?
i go get a kebap
cordero..
ground meat?
hmmm
i take it from him without tipping him
and go eat it on the wall again…
watching the water from up here..
that empty building embankment thing…
hmmm
it’s pretty good
so i go back and tip him
then take some pictures of where i’ve been..
then walk back across the river to where i started this trip
found a peaceful spot in the weedy area, among the trees
a piece of cardboard some pagans were using for ritual
has a pentagram in a circle on it
i thank it and dismiss it
and lay down to rest.
rest.
listening to the playlist i put together for Leo…
rest
close my eyes
devendra singing to me
somewhere in music land…
i lay there til a little after 14:00…
it was only about 20 minutes
siesta enough, i guess
then i head back to the road
and hike back up
use my ticket
go in
and go first to the Generalife..
i walk my own path
a small dirt path through the forest
along an even smaller stream…
to a larger path
many people on it
heading away from where i’m going
so i go against the flow
fine.
the tunnel of trees
the wisteria
i walk against the flow
into the palace area
the stairs with fountains at every landing
canals in the hand rails
beautiful..
but back there
a woman stops me from going back down the strais
there are turn styles..
to prevent folk i like me
i guess..
trying to explain to her
but
why would she accept my anti-establishement views?
i walk back out
with the flow
herded…
back around the front..
and in again
with a large group of loud kids
yeah
into the main garden
almost like a hedge labyrinth..
but not really.
i sit in that garden for a while
in the shade
breathing in the green…
little fountains everywhere..
british kids running around playing tag
working them selves into a frenzy about being found
about being caught…
seems so funny..
but i remember being a kid like that
remember playing games
it’s annoying to other people…
people not in the game..
but it’s fun to remember the fantasy you work yourself into believing… for the thrill…
so i walk up
through the garden
into the palace
around large groups
the beautiful wood work on the ceilings
the fountains
the tile work
yeah
pretty pretty
i get back to where i was stopped last time
and stroll through
out
heading into the main Alahambra…
coming in from the main direction this time
gardens
more ruins on this side
where people lived?
i realize that this whole thing has been restored
what did it look like a hundred years ago?
i make short work walking to the palace
because i saw this yesterday
i just want to go to the ticket-only places now..
first place
it’s a garden to the Plaza Nazerines
beautiful gardens
fountains
views of the city
and the Generlife i just came from
beautiful wood worked ceilings in the pavilion
long mirror pool…
there’s these american ladies taking people of eachother by the wisteria
which is the door i want to go through
the woman poses and smiles
holds
holds
holds
did you take the picture yet?
the other woman says
sorry
i didn’t take the picture, i just turned the camera off
i ( apparently as perceptive as they ) ask them which palace this goes to
the charles the V?
“um,,, i think so”
she says.
ok
no
it’s the Nazeries
and i can’t get in for another 20 minutes
so i walk back out up to the Alcazaba
beautiful views of the city
and an old neighborhood
you have to stay on the paths here
it’s very frustrating form me
and all the tourists…
i’m doing my best to work them into my photographs
and my second battery is almost dead already
damn.
up on the top tower
look at this big city
goes out in all directions
old old things
beautifuls
but i gotta get into that palace before my window closes
and it’s pretty amazing
past all the tourists
as the battery is dying
i’m trying too hard to photograph all the intricate decorations on the walls
beautiful arabic
everything ornamented with prayers
prayers on everything
a palace built of prayers
beautiful tiles
wood work
and that strange ceiling work that looks almost like stalagmites…
strange
what was this place before it was appropriated by christianity?
or was it?
now i wish i had bought the audiotour
just now
oh well
i’m a little over blown, really
my body is tired from the adventures i’ve been having
— i think i’ll catch a cab to the sauna, yeah
that’d be great
so i go out
no taxis there
just missed one
so i walk down
decide to drop off the camera at the hostel..
and realize i’ve lost my keys.
Fuck.
the cute gay boy lets me in
i’m frustrated
and very glad i clipped Antonio’s keys to my lap top and left them in the room before i left..
i thought i heard something drop in the palace
looked around..
was that the keys?
or was it laying down in the trees?
or jumping over the river?
no fucking way to find it
what
will it be €20 to replace them?
fuck.
the kid says a tourist last week lost the other set of keys for this room
and there is only someone at the desk here til 11
so i can’t be out late tonight
fuck
but the kid says
don’t worry
it’s €3 to replace them
and the policy has changed:
there’s someone here all night now
oh, ok
he says he’ll be right back
and
like always
just leaves me in the room.
waiting and waiting
so i just leave
and look at the map
and decide to walk to the sauna.
it’s not that hard
the road to the sauna
i get a bit lost
but find my way
and move towards the Gentil
the big river through the city
… so the map shows
but it’s all been dammed
fuck modern culture
it’s now a sickly drizzle through a dry bed
people are insane.
but i walk along the banks
admiring the old men sitting close on a park bench
their bodies touching in the sun light
hands flying around them
laughs shaking their bellies
lighting their eyes.
it’s off there up the Carretera Sierra Nevada
Nevada… oh, it’s a spanish word?
what does it mean?
Sierra?
i always thought this was just a California thing..
but i guess what all in california that isn’t “indian” is Spanish
Sierra Nevada..
anyway
it’s a longer walk up this road than i suspected
but when i get to the address of the sauna
.. it’s not.
it’s an apartment building.
i’m sad and freaked out.
i pull out the spartacus page and check
yes
i call the telephone number
some woman pics up and yammers in spanish
it’s not the sauna.
ok.
fuck.
i walk further down the street
mad
frustrated
and so fucking ready to be sweating in a sauna..
i don’t get that now
i get the ever-increasing cold-wind blowing
and i’m walking up the street
i decide to find an internet place
yes
i will find the new address from there, yes
but i see none..
i decide to take the bus back into town.
at the stop
there are four kids
… i ask them
[spanish] so broken
if they know where an internet cafe is..
they point across the street
in that mall-thing/alley-thing: right there
Oh! (laughs) Thanks!
so i go in
and look it up:
same address.
different telephone number.
grrrr
i check my email
— my web hosting company has reverted my account from the special deal i signed up for
back to it’s regular plan
thus
i am 8GB over my hosting limit
and if i don’t delete the data in two days they will suspend my page.
Oh [fuck]
so i spend the next hour
weeding out the big files
the movies
the full size Peru pictures
doubles, even
i get it so i’ve got about 760MBs free
fuckers.
grrrr
i’m angry
i’m sad
i’m lost.
i walk back down to 37
where the sauna should be
and i wait til someone enters the building..
i follow them in and look around the lobby..
Nope.
nothing.
i go back out
and walk up the street again
an alley: i walk down it
to the back block
no no no
around the next corner, heading back to the main street
a very handsome bear comes out a small metal door
— he gives me one of those long juicey glances
and even turns to look at me again before turning the corner on the main street
FUCK!
this is it
and if i’d have got here an hour earlier
i would have been able to play with him
FUCK!
so i pay my price
and go in.
in the locker room
a blue collar worker
big fat belly
hot guy
he’s getting dressed to go
i try and seduce him with my eyes
but he probably just finished with that bear i saw leaving
i strip
and go in
everything is black.
there are no lights in the sauna
…
well
very few
in the toilets: no lights
i really need to shit
FUCK!
this is so frustrating.
someone walks up and shows me how to turn the light on
in one of them
the other one doesn’t have one
so great
i go and use the shower
it’s nice
the steam room is terrible
small
you have to crouch..
the sauna is mediocre hot..
i walk around the back
there is an up stairs
but everything is black
and i kick the stairs
ouch.
and there is no one back there
in the bar
there is an upstairs smoking area
there is a fat married guy
he won’t even look at me
he’s staring at the terrible screen
a cute tall slim furry spanish boy is heavy on me
he follows me around
he wants me
i stop
pet him a while
and
in my best broken way
try and explain to him
yes yes
ok.
but who else in here?
there are some queens
ah, there is a new fat old man
he grabs his crotch
so i follow him upstairs
he wants to kiss and kiss
and i like kissing
but if it is the first thing someone does
without talking
or touching other parts of the body
it turns me off
kissing is more intimate than licking the neck
the nipples
kissing is more intimate than giving head
and i just don’t feel it
i’m not really attracted to the guy at all, really
and he wants to be all lovely dovey
and i just suck him off
and head back to the sauna
well
fuck this
i sweat
i stretch
there are guys who want me
but i’m not interested
i’m frustrated and sad
and sore
so i focus on that
and do my best to relax and release
it’s good.
i shower
and
notice a very handsome bearded stocky guy come into the locker room
so i follow him around
turn on the bathroom light for him
talk with him a bit
we go into a room
he speaks very little english
from madrid
married guy
here on business
he comes to gay saunas to relax
not really into the sex
though he likes sex with men sometimes
he doesn’t usually do it at a sauna
oh, ok
so i give him a massage
it feels good to touch him
feels good to focus my energy
for about 10 minutes
i give him a reiki session
he really likes it
and he’s very impressed
the sauna closes at 22
so we leave together
and he offers to have dinner with me
then remembers he has to have dinner with his business partner
or whatever
he gives me €20 and a ride in his fancy car back to the centre of town..
i could have cruised along the banks of the river
it said
after dark
but just more disappointment
why bother?
i would have liked dinner with a person more than 20 bucks
but ok
thanks.
i walk
i wander
i’m lost
i listen to the Tortoise & Bonnie Prince Billy album again
“daniel is traveling again today
– i can see the red tail lights
heading away to spain”
“on my own
on my own”
kinda lost
but kinda ok
i get to where i’m going without finding anything really enticing to eat at
so i walk into a pizzaria
interesting
they make avocado milkshakes
so i drink one
and ask for a glass of lemon water..
he brings me a glass that he has squeezed An Entire Lemon into
then filled with water
so i order a bottle of fizzy water
and cut it slowly down
then have a lovely lovely lovely pizza
i got medium size
which
was too much
so i leave as soon as i can
let them close
take my bottle of fizzy lemon water
and two slices of pizza with me
wander up to find the bear bar…
which i do
eventually
and there’s four guys in there
two on their own
big round guy that won’t make eye contact
old queen who’s kinda chubby but way too much attitude
and a sexy grand-papa who’s just finished playing with a handsome man in the toilets
ok
i have a beer.
the bartender loves his job
DJing
and changing the rotating bear porn on the TV screen
still images
drawings, mostly
some really beautiful stuff…
it’s a nice bar
i’m sure i’d love to be here on a weekend
and i really love the Alahambra beer..
but i am tired
so i head home
having lost my bottle of fizzy water
it’s just me and my pizza
not too cold
the ipod singing me the way home
— The guy at the desk tonight
is he a crystal freak?
he’s skinny and blond with long hair
in an old Suit…
totally freaked out and dismayed about the lost key
but lets me in without asking to see anything
i lay myself to rest simply…
“fire eye’d boy get’s his ass whipped”
spin out of Malaga: go to Granada… surprised by some beauty
time enough.
i gave Antonio my number in an email last night
i thought he didn’t really speak english
but he called me sometime around nine
nine something am
i was surprised
my alarm going off?
is it 10 already?
it seemed so early
well
i didn’t put myself to bed til 4
and then there was a lot of adjusting to do before i actually slept
— the phone just rang, my not understanding it was a ring.. i let it go —
but he called again just before 10
i missed it
but got out of bed
and called him back
only then knowing
and was very relieved to have him answer the phone in english.
Yes. i am coming today.
ok.
i lay in bed another moment
filled with life
moved a bit
pulsed
stretched
ok
alive
wake up!
the room.
the computer…
i looked
answered
oh, yeah Radiohead
i looked
yeah
1 ticket
still available?
yes yes yes
ok
sent to billing address
no
oh
no no
actual tickets?
doesn’t the UK do will-call?
fuck..
oh
england
and wouldn’t it be nice to go with someone…
Lesley?
Lesley:
this girl i loved when i lived in england
oh
back in ’95
oh
we were such children then
no
i was gay
i mean
i was checking it out then
no
we were never lovers like that
she was older than i
but i really liked her
she’s an Artist.
she…
came to visit me
we had New York together.
it’s been years.
we saw radiohead together in chicago
did we?
i don’t even know if i remember that…
did we?
wow.
ok
we saw radiohead together in chicago
with Trevis
i have her number?
i have her number
so i skyped her
and there she was
good morning
want to go with me?
let me use your credit card?
wow
ok
let’s do it.
so we bought four tickets
still available?
damn system
had to restart it about four times
but i got it!
got it
ok
four tickets to go see radiohead in Edinburgh in August. 22nd.
i leave for the USA on the 6th.
damn.
how will i fit that into my plans..
and there was some hope i might return to the USA sooner, right?
[ jump ahead: i’ve been sitting on the train… that’s where i am now, speeding through the rolling green to Malaga…
i’ve been listening to Sunday in the Park with George..
i wanted to hear them say
“you and me pal: we’re the loonies… did you know that? bet you didn’t know that!”
but then i just let it play
and i got sucked up in it
and the tears were rolling down my face
i tasted some
and wondered how they looked in my beard
and now do i have track marks?
in those songs
i remembered about artists
what i always wish people knew about me
me
just a dot
gone after some Luis
something sensual and tasty and not so difficult
the sensualists…
i forgot my friend
with his far-off eyes
always looking
in some other world
not complete in himself
needs a dog
needs a friend
gave up on the street girls.. i mean the bruin buddies
got a dog
and hangs out with his friends still
doesn’t have a Friend
how could i be his Friend?
i could let him watch TV
i could study, practice
let him stare at the wall
become good at letting him stare at the wall
let him hear his own breath
let his fingers move slowly on their own
let him finish his Hats
pulling him up twice a day to go for a shit and piss with me?
i don’t know
i would need to re-kindle that in myself
not needy of him
but needy of myself
attentive with myself
i would need to stare at the screen
i would need to write and write
while he drew and drew
and cobbled and smeared and knit
we would have to live in a work shop
not to succeed
but to live
not so much hopeful television internety
more life
More Life.
anyway, that’s what i was thinking: i can only learn that with him… not just thinking about it.
doing it.
—————————————————–]
yeah
so i got tickets for Radiohead
i’ve not seen them since i was in NYC in ’97
yeah
that time with Lesley
but she couldn’t get a ticket for the show
and all these famous fucking people were there
it was right before or right after OK Computer came out
so it was when Radiohead went from being a
not-really-indie kinda-sell-out one-hit-wonder
to the greatest fucking rock band ever
or whatever happened to them
it was a great show
did i see them before
or later in chicago?
did i see them at a festival?
did i see them in indiana
was he drunk?
i don’t remember.
i saw them in london.
when they lived in london
last night
in my dream
i was working somewhere
Radiohead came to play there
of course
it was a performance
so we had to alter the whole space for them
and it was some big deal
like a ritual of some sort
when they performed
i really wished someone had recorded it
that night
we hung around talking
me and Thom
just friend
(see where obsession leads)
in the morning
during the show/ritual
the demons came out
they came to destroy
to reclaim
to take care of the mess
the bones
the burning flesh
the monsters
they moved around
under the bed
thom and i hid
with X
why was X there?
he’s friends with radiohead?
he’s famous too, you know, he’s working in the field
there he was
really tall
so it was hard for him to be under the bed with us
but we weren’t scared
(i dropped something)
the demons were out there
but they didn’t want us.
we were ok.
um
back to Time
yeah
i said good-bye to Les
finished a few things
and closed the fucking computer
then looked at the room:
ok
i’ve got less than an hour to be ready to go
so i started packing
packed
gathered all the scattered stuff
took a shit
a shower
it was already past when i wanted to leave
but OK
it got it all together
slung it on my back
it’s not really heavy
i have a sexy belly
and a nice ass
yeah
i’m on my way
down the stairs
thanks
Check out
walk down the street
not that heavy
nice day
never used the Metro here
but down i went
waiting in line
mother fucker
the ticket machine is broke
the other
the people are stupid
and the girl in front of me talking to the teller
they don’t understand eachother
is all of our Spanish that different?
damn
it seems to go on many minutes longer than it needs to
i say nothing
put down a euro coin
she’s trying to call back to the girl, understanding after she’s walked away
i wave her to stop
give me the fucking ticket.
i walk to the platform
as the train has just pulled away
motherfucker!goddamnit!
i have patience
so i just sit
and enjoy myself in the tunnel
the trains going by
mine comes
and there are no seats for me
but it’s only
5 stops to Atocha Renfe
no problem
i count them down
look at my watch
it takes 7 minutes on the train to get there
and i walk out
up and down escalators
goddamnit
to the ticket window
where i wait
and move to another
which is much nicer
coz the fat guy has such a cute round face with expressive facial hair
and a pissed off tired look
i take his picture with my phone
and when it’s my turn to talk to him
he mutters something and points off in another direction
i walk there
another place to buy tickets?
i have to get a number?
my number is nearly a hundred away from the current number being served?
what the fuck?
i have 20 minutes to catch the fucking train!
i walk to the service counter
wait two people
and no
she doesn’t speak english
but she explains to me that i am in the wrong building
Oh.
so i go
i go where she says
kinda
i follow other signs
not that train station
but the Puerta de Atocha
of course.
into that ticket room
three windows for Salida Hoy
the lines are against the wall
one bends, bends around
i ask a girl
she points up at window 5
” you mean this fucking line? the train leaves in 10 mintues! ”
she nods.
not OK
i look at the other lines
gauge the shortest
stand in it
but this still won’t work
but what’s that window say?
Talgo 200 to Malaga.
motherfucker
i go over there
wait for two people
impossiblylong
and get my reservation
€10 for a window seat
fine.
fine fine fine
up the moving walk ways
this place is like an airport
weird
they take my ticket, rip it
and send me down the platform
coach 5
but all the luggage space is filled
not the car
i’m sitting across from a pretty blond bird ( meant to type “girl”, my fingers got ahead of me)
she looks distainful of me
how could she not be
her pants look so uncomfortably tight
another girl is on her computer already
she looks like a visual artist
and we’re rolling out of the city
i go in the hall to eat a chorizo and some more of that tit cheese
cut off the mold with my knife
knick my finger!
a little blood
a little blood on everything
i can lick it up, right?
it’s not dangerous to me
is it?
is it dangerous?
i go back to my seat
wiping the fat off my face
holding my thumb to let the blood clot
and as i’m listening to “Sunday in the Park with George”
it’s amazing
these hills
bolts of green
splashed with swaths of yellow and purple
brown holes that even look beautiful
and over there
the little town with 45 degree streets, up hill
i stare at that window
as it continues to show me the green rolling hills
mechanically dotted with trees of some sort
in the off-centre of it
a rectangle of white
which is the window behind me
also showing what’s over there
super imposed
how could anyone make visual art?
play with their cell phone?
play station?
type in their journal?
i stare out the window
manny patinkin barking like a dog
the conductor looks at me for a moment
i notice him pause
the way his eyes size me up
then he looks at where i’m looking
looks out the window
and though he’s in a rush
and it all happens fast
he takes a moment to see.
————-
meanwhile
the men in spain are beautiful
have i mentioned that?
the ones going down south
what are they?
pensioners?
artists?
don’t know
but big fucking hot old men
their wrinkly faces
round noses
big hands
how high they wear their belts…
and that big tall guy with the black pants and the green shirt
can’t i know all of you?
can’t we all be lovers?
beefy beef-cake boy with the skinny girl friend
we could be friends too!
i wonder if i still have tears on my face?
—————————————————–/
so i arrived in Málaga
and everything changed
i mean
i shouldered my bag
and headed out of the train
approaching the end of the plat form
i saw two men…
that could be Antonio.. if he grew a mustache..
that doesn’t really look like him… but it could be
then a third
Ah, that’s him
he waves.
we shake hands: Hola.
he explains we’ll be getting a taxi
no problem
well
minor
there is some system to the taxis
neither he nor i understand it
but i default to letting him get the car
coz he speaks spanish
but all the cars go with other people
give him some excuse
‘ are all these people tourists? ‘
i ask
he says
“no, i think they all live here… there aren’t so many tourists here”
and while he’s trying to talk to yet another driver
i make eye contact
point at his car; at me
and he nods
so i load myself in the trunk
then call out to Antonio
and he comes
we get in
he tells the driver
and i sit back
i’m quite tired
he touches my knee and he smiles at me
today is a different day
we drive through town
i’m cautious
not wanting to speak too much
because he doesn’t speak english well, he says
nor do i speak spanish well, i say
so just a bit
and watching
we get to his apartment
take the elevator up
i drop my stuff in the guest room
and we’re kissing on eachother, yes.
immediately
it’s good
he’s little, shorter than me
i’m not sure how old he is
probably in his sixties
he’s very vivacious
we’re all over eachother
it’s good.
esta buena
and it’s short work of getting naked
he feels the sweat on my shirt
and says i should take a shower
we both need to take a shower
and we’re in the water
and all over eachother
it’s good
then into bed
and it’s short work of him getting my cum out of me
i mean
if that’s your focus
it’s pretty easy
but i prefer that not being the focus
but because i’m enjoying him so much, i don’t mind
and we hold eachother a while.
he’s gotta have dinner with the family (nephews, he’s never been married)
at 8
dinner at eight
that is great
so he wants to walk me into town before
i’m very tired
but i go into town with him
we take the elevator down
five floors
turn right out the door
then right at the first street
which is a between buildings
with a street cutting through it
everything is wedge shaped
nothing is square here
but we’re on a main street pretty quickly
he notices me gazing into a pastry shop
and despite my saying it’s not necessary
he stops in and gets two Locas
sweet glazed cookie/pastry things
with one of those fake cherry things on top
but it’s good
we munch
as we walk down the sidewalks with stairs and ramps
odd
not flat
constantly going up and down
past all sorts of shops and churches
as we walk down the street
the neighborhoods looks less like a cross between Florida (high rises) and Mexico (peeling paint, molding walls) and more like an ancient souther town
we cross a river
but it’s like an Arizona river
that is
there is no water in it
it’s more like a park or something
on one side of the bridge it’s all cement
the other
grass
channels
fountains (not on)
strange.
was this river diverted?
i don’t know
we cross into the Old Town.
down steps
through the Puerta Nuevo
and the angles twist
the buildings are close
people everywhere
beautiful colours
decorations mixed
spanish
arabian
into a public square
big risers for Semana Santa (holy week) next week
to watch the processions
there’s something so strange
this is a different day..
instead of being lost in a new place
as i’ve been for the last month
trying to navigate, comprehend, plan and enjoy all at the same time
now i am being led
explained
guided
and for the first time
i realize i’m not a tourist right now
i mean, like i’ve been
i’m here to visit a friend
not in the same way i’ve been an alien tourist with Leo for the last month
now i get to just lay back into my own stride and experience things
i am grateful
as Antonio turns me down a very small street
buildings so close no sun is in there
“Calle Fresca” he says
because it’s cool in there
on a hot day
one would turn down a Calle Fresca to cool off…
get refreshed.
old cathedral
huge
many old churches
he walks me in there
but unlike with Leo
he isn’t a devote
he doesn’t share the faith
just enjoys the beautiful
he doesn’t tell me about the architecture or the saints
we just look at things
… and listen to people praying.
there are tarot readers on the street
many of them
winding streets
we just drift through the city
he shows me where Picasso was born.. did you know Picasso was born here?
no no…
he shows me a Roman Theater
still in good shape
being restored so it can be used for people to watch plays now!
we sit and have a drink
i get a yogurt and banana drink
that is actually made from bananas…
wow
(laughs)
he has a coffee
i look at the colours against the old buildings
and try to explain to him how beautiful it is
which he’ll never really understand
because he’s always lived here
he knows it’s great, he loves it
but he’s never lived in Indiana
he’s never seen terrible shit architecture with no heart or soul
endlessly repeated across a country 20 times bigger than his
20 times bigger with so much less difference
fuck, probably 50 times bigger, what am i thinking?
i cannot explain
i sit in rapture
enjoying the setting sun.
he must get back to the house
he hasn’t given me keys yet
and i did not bring my mobile
so i walk back with him
i see a book store and think of something
so i mention to him that i feel like i should have a phrase book so i can teach myself some spanish
he says ” not here, i will take you to the right store for that ”
on the way back
he takes me to a book store to buy one
only €6
so not expensive
i get one by “the rough guide”
it makes me feel good go know he is a reader and knows the best book store to get what
when he picked me up at the train station
he had a very thick book with him
so thick
i thought it was a spanish Harry Potter
but better: it wasn’t.
he picks me up some bread on the way back as well
and a slice of empanada…
different than the ones i’ve been eating
this one has a flaky crust
when he leaves to have dinner with his family
i eat that
and more tit cheese and butter
and a wonderful sausage from this area
that smells like cinema popcorn
and has whole pepper corns in it
this sausage
and the chorizo earlier today
i am enjoying biting into it
and seeing the threads of flesh surrounded by fat
ripping it with my teeth
my belly full
i retire to the guest room to sit at the computer and write for a while…
and rip a CD he played for me when i first arrived
some Flamenco
i want to be able to hear the difference between Flamenco and Tango
i want to listen to Spanish music to help my pronunciations
by the time i’ve typed in the names of the songs
i only write for about 10 minutes before Antonio returns
we lay in bed for a while
which quickly leads to sex
and we’re spent pretty quickly
take another shower
and fall into sleep
he’s good to cuddle with…
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