sleepy sleep sleep.
i spent a while hitching about when i was in my early twenties and wound up sleeping in a spanish monastery somewhere up in a mountain for about a week once. the monks were sometimes there and sometimes gone away monking, and they didn't seem to mind if i stayed or left. they had a great garden. that was a long time ago, but i recall some of the fixtures and scenery that surrounded me very well.

some time later i wound up in the greek islands and rented a hut on the beach for a while. it had a roof, bed and walls made of woven grass, and a window that was just a hole. it cost almost nothing, and the guy who owned the huts (a few others were also occupied) loaned me his tiny little micromotorcycle to ride to town on, since there was nothing to eat or drink there except for fish and an unbelievably vile winelike fluid that probably made him blind.

later again i wound up in albania and stayed on a farm with a family with whom i had no common language. i was in a bed for a night but moved into the barn because it was more private and actually more comfortable for me. days later in tirana i stayed in a luxury hotel because albania was so poor that pretty much any outsider could afford the very best there.
( postbear has metal knees, Wed 3 Jan 2007, 6:09, Reply)