m´a arrivée la valise...

yesterday was a shitty ass day and the power of SSRIs is nothing against the power of a city as large and as crazy as this.

it started out terribly. half-hungover i began my trip home in taxi just as the sun wass beginning to come up. it was that pretty blue that´s different from night and different from day - it´s like night with a little tiny bit of day mixed in; anyway it´s a lovely color and the color that means you´d better get your ass in bed because the sun is about to come up!

so i got in a taxi. as luck would have it, and to make a long story short, the driver was a senile old man. he had no idea where he was going. and i really didn´t either. but what should have been an eight at the max peso cab ride turned into a 21 peso cab ride. and, and, the tachero stopped and asked people for directions not once, nor twice, but THREE TIMES! so when i finally arrived at my house, i told him i wasn´t going to pay him more than ten pesos because it should have been less than that. fortunately he was ok with that. i like being able to name my own price for a cab ride, but seriously, that pissed me off, the whole lost cabbie thing.

spent the rest of the morning sleeping. then went downtown to talk to the airline people about my missing baggage. fortunately there was no fight necessary, and my valise had arrived last night by the time i got home around midnight.

well my day did have a high point; i met up with an expat whom i met through - none other than - the blog world. coffee and sandwich at havanna... very good. interesting discussion to boot. we both agreed that milion (my favorite bar in the world) has been overrun by foreigners. see, back two years ago when i lived here, it was this bar that you read about in the wipe (little mag that you can find in the shops of palermo) or you heard about from other people. it was like a fantastic secret. in fact, when i went there tuesday night to meet up with a friend, i walked right past it. its fame spread through word of mouth. but apparently now it´s in all the guidebooks, i think i even saw in december´s issue of wipe a quote in newsweek that said like it was the best kept secret or something.

so if anyone knows of the next secret bar, please let me know. i love my nationality of anonymity and would like to know where others of this strange nationality go.