Cliffside adventures 5/28/06

Woke up cliffside, overlooking rocky beaches and a foggy purple dawn. Had set up the tent nezt to a bed of pollen, due to our lack of visual ability the night before. Had played folk gameat sunset. I amagine it will be the last folk game of my life. Drove around all day searching for our next beautful beachside. Came upon abandoned beach. After traversing accross mountains of sand dunes, I felt like a character out of a fairy tale, wondering ofver mountains of sandy desert in search of the beach. Had some realizations about myself (dilusions caused by the heat no doubt): I'm not the princess I once thought I was. I am a warrior. If my life were a fairytale, I wouldn't be the princess, I'd be the warrior because I don't need to be rescued. I am not fragile or weak. I have no desire to be that girl anymore. Swam in the sea on the abandoned beach, large eztension of sandy nothingness. Clear blue sea, white sand, covered in colorful clam shells. Sang a saeta to the sea, saeta del mar. Drove around a bit more. Drove into Sintra, the most beautiful city in Portugal (if it weren't for the tourists...)Found an abandoned palace and driving by, imagined being a crazy old poet living in this haunted estate. Drove around intil late in the night, looking for a place to sleep- propbelms with civilization: all the beaches are tightly patrolled, the campgrounds closed for the night, no hostels in sight. Stumbled upon a tiny motel in exurbia, looked like something out of psycho. either that or a bad porn. The latter became affrimed when we entered the room: complete with mirror on the cieling, a circular bed, red neon lights, cheeezy romantic musicand automatic floral scent which sprayed itself every couple of minutes. Hilarious. Awful. Too tired to care. Some day we will laugh uncontrollably about it. For tonight, however, we will cook dinner and try not to choke on the horrible plastic floral scent.