This morning I went to Starbucks and purchased a croissant sandwich along with some sweets to go. I found a bench to sit on to people/dog watch. Some were in a hurry, some taking a leisurely stroll. There were solitary walkers and couples. Most had dogs.
I’m tired of Mexican food. Yesterday I went to a restaurant that a blogger recommended and it had been 6 hours since I’d eaten breakfast. They brought some chips and three different varieties of salsas. They were all spicy but one in particular was very oily and had large chunks of something in it. I began to feel ill. They brought my food, a salad and I’m not sure what the other dish was. I asked them to box it up to go, went to the restroom and vomited. On the walk home I was sweaty and vomited a few more times. Once home, I felt back to normal.
Although I have seen beautiful places and had some amazing experiences, I’m not cut out for city life. When you’re gone from home in a foreign country for extended periods, you become more grateful for what you have at home. I miss taking a shower that doesn’t run out of hot water. I miss being able to brush my teeth with regular tap water. I miss my cat, and I know he misses me. I purchased some cameras so that I could check on him while I’m gone. I didn’t realize that when I clicked on one of the buttons that he could hear me. I thought it would be comforting for him but it just confused him.
I miss my patio, my dishwasher, and the ability to hop in my car and go somewhere. I miss being understood… not having to use Google translate. I miss the quiet.