sunday

...not feeling like writing tonight, so I am encouraging myself to put some words down before heading to bed and recount the day. Hope by doing this, my feelings of sadness would drift away just for few minutes... This morning I was determined to take my parents to the beach as we'd talking about doing this for a while. Mum was not feeling very well; in fact, after coming back I could see her touching her belly with pain in her face. I knew that the increasing pain is there so we decided to increase the dosage of Oxycontin.

at the beach she told me [again] of the days when she and her brother Fernando was to come to this little beach by climbing the mountain as they had no money to pay for the boat which used to bring people from Cartagena for bathing here...

she loves this beach

and i like it too

surprisingly, i have no emotional attachment to this place...well, maybe i am wrong as i started to like it after coming here with Patrick in 1997. He'd briefly visited Cartagena long time before but never had seen this coast until then.