when i feel lonely i think
of when i was on the island
at a picnic in the
foggy, gloomy mountains
surrounded by my friends
the germans, the brits, the spaniards, the locals...
we ate prosciutto and tortilla and cari poulet and sammoussas,
and all the spanish kids started singing the
'fresh prince of bel air'
theme in spanish
and i was reminded of how connected we all are in the world,
silly as it sounds...