Forgetting the Calendar
March 4, 2014
I think it was Sunday when I couldn't remember what day it was.
That is the definition of vacation.
Letting go of time, losing track of days, not being tied to the calendar - where do I go now, what's in an hour, where do I have to be next, oh shit I'm late...
It's good to let go of the schedule. I was sitting at Tip Top, a thatched roof, second-story restaurant overlooking the Ganges, and I had no idea what day it was or what time, and truthfully I didn't really care.
I ordered a pizza with spinach and eggplant and a banana lassi and just watched the water as it passed by down below. We were...