i don't know what attracts me to that place.
freedom, and sense of belonging. yet i feel so lost in the middle of anywhere at the same time.
my bags are not packed. i haven't seen some people to say goodbye (or so long) and then there's this one lady in particular i feel i can't spend enough time with.
it must be a sickness, or a disease. it's going to drive me crazy or kill me.
so im working hard to cure myself.
monday at 5 ill be strapped to a seat headed for CDG, 24 hours, roaming the streets of paris,
gonna get lost, make a friend, sit on the side of a hill and watch it all go down.
next day i get to athens. andrea is gonna meet up with my at the airport, where ill spend the night at his new home in the city. knowing my cousin, it's likely i wont survive the night. i'll have lots of fun not surviving.
next morning im getting a bus, 4 hours to kalamata, from kalamata i would walk to the village if i had no luggage on me. but thats not the case, burning 20$ to take a cab home. where i will be dropped off in the village square. take a walk to maestros, say hi to mitso, down the road i go from there, pass the futbol field, panagiotaki is probably gonna be kicking a futbol. further down i will see babalas and his brother petros. wonderful
and finally i get home, the end of the road (literally) i would just drop my bags at work. hug my cousin, and the others. we'll chill, smile. say something like "it hasnt been that long has it?" "no brother, 5 months 3 weeks 4 days and this morning"
ill unpack and hand out gifts, get dressed and walk to the village, at least for an hour before i get to work.
and then the cycle begins. taking orders, cooking crepes, making drinks, fixing the music, talking to people in all kinds of languages, the first night seeing everyone in the village again for the first time. stin geia mas ekogenia, na imaste oli kala, kai 8a perasoume en gemato kalokairi.
8a ta poume se 4 meres. ande geia.
for now im packing my brothers ipod with all kinds of music to associate with this journey.
a little list
Roy Hargrove
Skatalites
Abbyssinians
Bajofondo Tango Club
Brandi Disterheft
Miles Davis
Questlove/Philadelphia Experiment
Stax Does the Beatles
Donny Hathaway
Poets of Rhythm
Soul Sides (Covers)
MIA
K-os
Antibalas
Keith Jarret
Bill Laswell
Lee Scratch Perry
RZA
Brazilian Girls
oh shit, one of my favorite songs just started playing , our lady peace , 4 am.
"if i don't make it, don't cry, i loved you all along, just like sunny days that...."
awesome song.
well im eating blueberries, and it's time to kick a footbol. peace!
freedom, and sense of belonging. yet i feel so lost in the middle of anywhere at the same time.
my bags are not packed. i haven't seen some people to say goodbye (or so long) and then there's this one lady in particular i feel i can't spend enough time with.
it must be a sickness, or a disease. it's going to drive me crazy or kill me.
so im working hard to cure myself.
monday at 5 ill be strapped to a seat headed for CDG, 24 hours, roaming the streets of paris,
gonna get lost, make a friend, sit on the side of a hill and watch it all go down.
next day i get to athens. andrea is gonna meet up with my at the airport, where ill spend the night at his new home in the city. knowing my cousin, it's likely i wont survive the night. i'll have lots of fun not surviving.
next morning im getting a bus, 4 hours to kalamata, from kalamata i would walk to the village if i had no luggage on me. but thats not the case, burning 20$ to take a cab home. where i will be dropped off in the village square. take a walk to maestros, say hi to mitso, down the road i go from there, pass the futbol field, panagiotaki is probably gonna be kicking a futbol. further down i will see babalas and his brother petros. wonderful
and finally i get home, the end of the road (literally) i would just drop my bags at work. hug my cousin, and the others. we'll chill, smile. say something like "it hasnt been that long has it?" "no brother, 5 months 3 weeks 4 days and this morning"
ill unpack and hand out gifts, get dressed and walk to the village, at least for an hour before i get to work.
and then the cycle begins. taking orders, cooking crepes, making drinks, fixing the music, talking to people in all kinds of languages, the first night seeing everyone in the village again for the first time. stin geia mas ekogenia, na imaste oli kala, kai 8a perasoume en gemato kalokairi.
8a ta poume se 4 meres. ande geia.
for now im packing my brothers ipod with all kinds of music to associate with this journey.
a little list
Roy Hargrove
Skatalites
Abbyssinians
Bajofondo Tango Club
Brandi Disterheft
Miles Davis
Questlove/Philadelphia Experiment
Stax Does the Beatles
Donny Hathaway
Poets of Rhythm
Soul Sides (Covers)
MIA
K-os
Antibalas
Keith Jarret
Bill Laswell
Lee Scratch Perry
RZA
Brazilian Girls
oh shit, one of my favorite songs just started playing , our lady peace , 4 am.
"if i don't make it, don't cry, i loved you all along, just like sunny days that...."
awesome song.
well im eating blueberries, and it's time to kick a footbol. peace!