There are a quite a few familiar sights where I am right now. There is a Charley’s, Pizza Hut, Subway, Hardee’s, and who could live without Starbucks in the desert? The cafeteria even serves Baskin Robbins ice cream. I think I’m going to get fat by the time I leave this place. All the cheesecake, cookies and ice cream one could eat. Nearby there are a post office, a barber shop, a day spa, and many souvenir shops selling local merchandise. I made up my mind not to spend any money at the fast food places, but made an exception for the Hardee’s one morning. They don’t even have them in WA. They sell the same food as Carl’s Jr, and it’s been a long time since I’ve had a Western Bacon Cheeseburger. I’ll be moving to the north by the end of the month, so many of these amenities might not available anymore.
Living in a desert means a dire lack of water. Water is one of the essential elements of life, even more so than chocolate, red wine vinegar and baklava. Here, almost all of it is imported from somewhere else, who must have quite an overabundance of it, because they can spare entire truckloads of bottled water for my portion of the desert. It gets so hot that all the bottled water companies put salt in the water because they already know you’re at risk for heat stroke. It’s so bright that by 7am someone from another country might think it is noon. One of the most obvious symptoms of the lack of water in the desert is that nothing grows here. Not even people. Even they are all imported. And the ones that lived here before people started emigrating were nomads. They moved around from place to place because there was no water. This country’s main export is sand rock and oil and main import is everything else. Obviously, the people who founded this country were distant relatives to the geniuses who decided to put the largest city in America in another wasteland that is stuck in a perpetual drought. I suppose it is a good thing that so many people live in wastelands. Otherwise my volcanic rainforest paradise where I can take showers that last longer than 3 minutes might become even more overcrowded than it already is.
I was off today and did very little. The highlight of my day ( apart from my email) was trying all three flavors of San Bendetto tea. The peach is still my favorite, but the lemon and verde were surprisingly good. I’m also off tomorrow. I plan on doing very little.
I like putting pictures in my posts, and this was the only one I had that had anything to do with what I wrote.
Living in a desert means a dire lack of water. Water is one of the essential elements of life, even more so than chocolate, red wine vinegar and baklava. Here, almost all of it is imported from somewhere else, who must have quite an overabundance of it, because they can spare entire truckloads of bottled water for my portion of the desert. It gets so hot that all the bottled water companies put salt in the water because they already know you’re at risk for heat stroke. It’s so bright that by 7am someone from another country might think it is noon. One of the most obvious symptoms of the lack of water in the desert is that nothing grows here. Not even people. Even they are all imported. And the ones that lived here before people started emigrating were nomads. They moved around from place to place because there was no water. This country’s main export is sand rock and oil and main import is everything else. Obviously, the people who founded this country were distant relatives to the geniuses who decided to put the largest city in America in another wasteland that is stuck in a perpetual drought. I suppose it is a good thing that so many people live in wastelands. Otherwise my volcanic rainforest paradise where I can take showers that last longer than 3 minutes might become even more overcrowded than it already is.
I was off today and did very little. The highlight of my day ( apart from my email) was trying all three flavors of San Bendetto tea. The peach is still my favorite, but the lemon and verde were surprisingly good. I’m also off tomorrow. I plan on doing very little.
I like putting pictures in my posts, and this was the only one I had that had anything to do with what I wrote.
6 comments:
That is a very delicious looking piece of baklava. You have a very interesting way of making simple things sound interesting. I know you might not have as much to write about once you go north so keep it up in the meantime. Love, Mom
Hi John! Yeah, that baklava does look good!I love baklava, all that honey and those nuts are so good. It's pretty cool that all those shops are near by you. The blogs are pretty good and fun to read. I hope to hear from you again soon!
Erin
the point was the barren desolate wasteland, not the baklava. Glad you liked the post though.
- john
Although your point was barren desolate wasteland, you found something that caused your mouth to smile. And that makes those left behind to be happy for you. May the Lord bless you with a treat wherever you are at. Love, Mother
Hey John! If the point was to say that your'e in a barren desolate wasteland then why does it sound like your'e in a city? Just a thought.
Erin
Three minute showers huh? That sounds tough.
Kate
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