its morning in granada, the hostel is rising, rising slowly steam from coffee lights the eye lids of the drowsy and the drip splash crash cascade of shower noises beating down on tile walls and water falls of body dirt soap let me know that now its time to go.

and that is what i feel like doing, i think i want to go back to ocotal today, i know i can do it, and that today is my best bet for doing it without hassle. but im definately hesitant at leaving and returning there, there are negatives and positives but im trying to decipher what to do that would be best for me. decisions, decisions, sometimes, i hate making them.

demetrius