I did not realise how exhausted I must have been in the past week, until a knock on my door woke me up. It was housekeeping, asking if I wanted the room cleaned. I got up, irritated that they were disturbing my much-needed rest. Then I looked at my phone (which was useless as a communication device because I was not getting any roaming service here, but was very useful to tell time) and saw that it was half past one in the afternoon!
I sent the housekeeping staff away, saying I preferred to rest and for them to skip the cleaning. Then I freshened up… and went back to bed! Hah!
Watched “Patch Adams” on HBO. I almost fell off the bed when he started to read the first lines of Neruda’s sonnet to this girl, as they were being drowned in a room full of multi-colored balloons. I liked the movie. Maybe too full of idealism and passion for the cynics in all of us, but still, I liked it. And he continues the reading the sonnet in bed on the first morning they wake up together… and finishes reading it to her as she lies in a closed casket, barely above ground. If you wanna read the sonnet again… see Day 2 of this blog!
Anyway, I cried. Especially at the oddest moments of the movie. I probably needed it. Just to cleanse tearducts and relieve the soul. Felt good.
Off to dinner in a bit, with a mother of two and a mother-to-be. Women-talk.
