three angels on an island

i learnt a many more Portuguese words today, me, la garota. but most of them i better not share. (Addendum on 08-15-09: My vocabulary in relation to the entire universe of Portuguese words compares to the Brazilian Playboy cover of Kati Witt against the others.)

oh this is just one of these lovely summer days. for the early bird. hard to crawl out the warm and cozy bed the early Sunday morning. but then with the first rays of sun in the face and pedal-flying down the hills to the Bay there is no regrets, we got the worm. slurping coffee and mate latte, bikes and picnic aboard, we're sitting on a sunny deck, sailing out to Angel Island. leaving the city behind, glistening afar.

oh summer. oh day. oh sun. oh

me and caroliniiii.

and, of course, monsieur michel.

"that girl! she brushes her teeth in the car, she pees in the bushes. the ocean is her bathtub ... she just doesn't care about bathrooms" garota ... (quoting Caroline)


and in the end, you never go home alone.

sitting here now.
quiet summer night.
sunscreen salt and sweat
long washed down the sink.
sipping spritzer.