Vacation's over now and school's in session. The blog's up and running again. I've got two books and a Whitman to get through every week, so entries might only be weekly. Not to mention, it takes a while getting a post out. My writing's rusty. I just salivated over a postcard from my Bulgarian roommate who's home for the summer, writing in her second language:
Well, the last salty sea breaths...The peninsula of Sozopol still has old charm with its cobblestone crooked little streets and dark wooden houses; old ladies with bright lipstick and straw hats sell dried fish and painted shells while giving away faded smiles; when it rains the water turns black and bites the firshermen boats, licking away the bitter paint; the nets are hospitable bosom for little wild life, which propagates and quietly dies in peace and pleasure. Tomorrow I leave for Turkey for a couple of days. Soon will be inhabiting again a Cabrini room with all you wonderful people!
Love,
Vlada
Sozopol, Bulgaria
Oy. I've got a long way to go.
