99 bottles of beer on the wall
i have developed a fondness for Lasko beer on tap – there is a certain place here in Lastovo where they can draw the draft perfectly and the head is creamy – about an inch and a half high – ice cold – and we sit on the balcony and watch sea, mountains, birds, sunsets, sunrises, and basically that is all. What is absolutely amazing to me is how much goes through my mind on any given work day at home and right now what astounds me is how absolutely nothing but where is my next beer, when is the best time to swim – how does one move from intense data overload to absolutely zero output and survive – beats the hell out of me – the woman who owns the place we are staying at says in Lastovo one needs only two chairs – one to sit in and one to prop your feet up in – that is how we have been living – and for long stretches of time i stare out at the sea and wonder when my mind might start working again but right now the answer is whenever, whatever – i have learned how to count to ten in Croatian, how to say good morning my love, how to order two draft beers, how to say i am hot (both temperature and in appearance) and at this point i dont know what else i might need to know.