The last couple of days I´ve been really stressed out. In fact most of my transition to paradise has been pretty stressful.

None of my friends here understand. ¨You sleep late, don´t have a job. Why are you so stressed?¨
¨Not having a job is stressful.¨ I say.

My lover is a 40 year old mother of 2 with a vorasioucs appetatie and a body a 20 year old would kill for. So far the woman has out danced, drunk, fucked and partied me. Makes me want to work harder at yoga. She appears to be on a close personal basis with many men on the island but our juciest fight so far (me in English and her in Spanish) was after I snubbed her for my 19 year old German friend. Apart from getting my yoga up I think I need to watch more Spanish soaps to get my mind right.

I´ve been on the ground, on the Island La Palma in the Canary Islands for the past 3 weeks. I´m still doing my research but I´ve seen enough to know that I´m not moving back to the States. My focus here has been very tunneled. Apartment, Telephone, Immigration information and then maybe some fun. Now that I´m here though, I´ve been faced with a really interesting question: ¨What do you do AFTER you move to the promise land?¨

There´s a line in my favorite movie on the subject: Leonardo Decaprio in The Beach, where once on the beach he is lusting after the hot French chic that happens to be his friends girlfriend. It´s a totally Aquarian sentiment. But I find myself faced with similar questions. Now that I´m here what?

My whole life I´ve been waiting for something. Now here it is. What an awesome predicament. Meanwhile, fuck reading about adventure.