gracias a owl city....

the stars lean down to kiss you
i lie awake and miss you
pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere

Fulham Nil.....

Was it becoming a hinterland of mediocrity which I traversed, with sunburn burning sun into my northern European body, effecting a Gershwin aria? And conversations like these….

“How did Fulham get on mate?”

I had no idea. ”I have no idea.”

“They were at home in the cup, you know to um…”

I didn’t know, “I don’t know.”

Along the street someone English, was teaching English children, English football songs.

“Cheerio, cheerio, cheerio,”

Acknowledging their adieu, I left, clinging resolutely, to my hopes for travel, adventure and continuing education ……in life, other areas and arias.

corralejo 1-1 universidad b

pero yo ...no



hemos perdidio la pelota

corralejo 0-0 marino

and you wonder why Im still here?

Fuerteventura

NO SE PUDO ENTREGAR EL MENSAJE

”Are you English?” questioned the rotund females…yes there were two…my lucky day huh?

“No” Was my very truthful answer.. (So why shout the next question?)

WHENS THE BUS TO PUERTO ROSARIO?

At this opportune moment a guagua came round the corner …

“Oh, no good, its going to FELIZ AÑO NUEVO…wait here comes another …strange, its going to FELIZ NAVIDAD.

It was around that time I felt the depression setting in……

Happy New Year