September 26, 1999

...falling asleep in my chair- finally made it into th mediterranean sea @

about two in

th morning...still couldn't get to sleep when i got back, puttering around

my

half-packd travel bags...couple of nights ago, th possibility seemd to

arise w/

deceptive solidity of sharing car rental expenses w/ three guys- two scots,

one

englishman- on holiday from studies @ edinburgh university. an intense

young

pool-playing frenchman name of denys- th youngest, nice-born sibling in a

family that

moved south from outside of paris-

whetted my appetite for th hills, speaking of a canyon area in red clay

slopes to th

northeast, insisting it harbored more natural beauty than th gorges du

verdon,

including th only nestings of white-collared european eagles in th

area...he was

supposd to meet us last night w/ some fresh-pickd jenepy (juniper?) from

his day hike,

but no sign of him...andrew, kris & kenny fly back to edinburgh on thursday

& andrew's

th only one who's brought his license & has had it long enough to qualify

as my

co-pilot on a rental, seemingly...so we've just talkd, strolld out to th

beach w/

svenja- indiana-raisd german girl who has promisd to help me translate a

classified to

place on th bauhaus-universitaet online bulletin board, offering some

financial

incentives to a student who might think it worth his while to make an

eco-retrofitting

of th old house in la guardia his diploma project...th water was uncannily

warm. felt

as warm as puerto rico. maybe my inner heat helped. svenja is a sparklingly

mysterious,

no-nonsense tomboy & of course i feel like a total, drooling fool around

her.

i hope i get some sleep on this train.

if i can't seem to find a place to stay in barcelona, i'm considering

continuing on to

galicia monday night. or i could try chus torrens in huesca, or paco simon

in

zaragoza...

& yr friends, baby/they treat you like a guest/don't you want somebody

to...

davidj=(8{>