San Fransisco

The city of dreams

The city of secrets and desires

The city of beautiful mystery

After 10 days on the East Coast competing and sight-seeing, the sparkling lights of San Fransisco were a beautiful "welcome back."

And now, tomorrow morning, I'm going back. "I'm thrilled" is an understatement.

We go to pick up four new "siblings" - four eager Europeans excited about a summer spent in Sacramento. The Belgian, Ruben (16), is an old, dear, mischievous friend and arrives first. Andres (16) and Felix (13), from Gran Canaria, are newer amigos...in fact, I only met Andres once, and that was for a mere couple hours. The fourth, Blanca (23), is a Journalism major from the University of Madrid, whom I look forward to meeting on Saturday.

It's going to be wonderful. Four new friends to explore the summer with. Four new amigos to romp around San Fransisco, Sea Ranch, Old Sacramento, the Jelly Belly Factory, the American River, and the backyard with. I can't wait. I can't wait!

Tomorrow. Ruben comes tomorrow.

Don't speak...

Don’t speak.

I know just what you’re thinking.

Let happiness pervade the silence.

Happiness alone.

Don’t speak.

Perfection defines this moment.

Peaceful silence. Quiet tranquility.

Beauty.

Don’t speak.
I know just what you’re thinking.

Don’t tell me ‘cuz it hurts.

Don’t speak.

Don’t speak.
Words are painful.

Just enjoy the moment.

An empty status quo.

Don’t speak.

Listen to the wind; whispering amongst the clouds.

Count the blades of grass; softly growing.

Just listen.

Don’t speak.

Can we sit and daydream?

Let words sink back into antiquity.

Ancient stillness.