Woke up in a drunken stupor, shoes and all clothes on at the end of my bed, and still drunk off an embarassingly small amount of red wine. Had a dream where I saw my thoughts--stripes of red, green, gold, and blue looking into a circular fountain on the ground of a white room.
No money taken, passport still in pocket. Can't remember last night save a few rushes of spouts with Chris the bartender and an American girl who may have been from California. Trying to remember: Called momma's boy a ton, went to beer pong downstairs, bored, left. For the most part still have my money. Camera, wallet, and laptop intact.
Bought a rosary. Pledging to change myself, return to God and get fit in the chesticle area as it will make the rosary look better. Chest hair + rosary = not that great looking.
Through the greenery on my Hotel porch I see a nun across the street hanging wet clothes. Everywhere in this city I feel glimses of the divine. My descriptions wouldn't give the art and architecture credit so just take a look at this ceiling mural from the Church of St. Ignatius.
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