I’m still under the weather. What an expression that is! It rained here all last night. My room is a tiny space next to a small open court yard. I can hear birds chattering away. One sounds like a baby crying. And another sounds like the boss of a gang crew.
I hop out of bed all night long to take care of the problem belly. The belly doesn’t ache like it did, but sure wish I could limit the trips to the bathroom.
My stomach growls like a family of bears having a picnic in the forest.
I tried to find a restaurant this morning where I could get just rice. It didn’t happen, instead I had chickpea soup with spinach. That was so delicious. Later I had an urge for mashed potatoes and gravy. Didn’t find that, but did find rice in a noodle restaurant.
Again, Picasso awaits for me.