Travelling can be difficult to get going.

This was a few nights ago and, don't remember what I ate, think I drank some beer...

Josh and I are travelling in Turkey, with a tour group. We've decided to go off and do different things this particular day, so I've gotten Josh all ready & bundled him off on a bus to whatever his activity of the day will be. I'm left at the place we're staying, which is kind of a hotel, but instead of discrete rooms, there is a large, crappy warehouse-y space with beds & junk & furniture. (Looks like a hippy communal living space, actually. Might be a visual ref to Omar's old place in the former hotel in Bisbee?)

I need to get myself ready & I'm not even showered yet. The shower is in the middle of the big space, but is enclosed by some makeshift walls. Inside, it's a suprisingly nice stand-up shower, but with a medium-deep tb around it, and glass shower stall walls. I'm trying to indicate to everyone that I'm doong my best to get ready, that I'm not holding the whole group up. I strip down there in the open space while I wait for the shower to come available. I stand there naked, relatively confident. I consider all of my tattoos & that people can see them all. (And on my chest are my only-abstractly-planned birds, dark and graphic and strong, even though I can't remember any actual design!)

I get in the shower, and this slightly skanky woman follows me in, lounges about outside of the glass stall, trying to be seductive. I'm uninterested. She starts playing with a metaphor about maybe I'm looking for a new friend, if I'm not too god of friends already with someone else. I assure her that I am very good friends with Josh, thanks very much.

I finally get my act together, get dressed & out the door. I try hard to remember the digital camera, because I know Josh will want to see pictures of what I ended up doing. The bus leaves, but we pit-stop at Wild Oats (at Indian School and Carlisle), everyone wants to get coffee.

A woman drives by us as we cross the parking lot, in a strange open-topped car that looks like a car from an amusement park safari-themed ride, square with a bench that runs around the sides. It's an eco-car, I understand. I think that maybe Josh and I should get one for just neighborhood driving. They're very inexpensive. The woman looks like the Crocodile Hunter's wife, complete with khaki get-up.

Inside there is a little deli/bakery/coffee bar that we all crowd around. I'm uncertain of how this system works or what to order, but a young woman takes me under her wing and makes some suggestions. JD from the Rum Fits is there, too. But I look down and he'w wearinr teva sandals & I am somewhat taken aback. I thought more of him than that.