Kneading the dough soothes me as my hands interact with food. The more time I spend spinning around the sun, the more I affirm my love of food. I love food. I appreciate the time and care that goes into making it right, and the delicate art that comes along with it. I feel food in my body, running along my curves like the sun on the buildings, energizing all that it touches. In Santiago I enjoy my meals in somewhat of a solitude, which makes me all the more grateful of enjoying them together with friends and family in the future. Sushi is Nikos favorite food to make, so we have made it twice since I have been here. His English is good, and his patience with my Spanish is uncanny. I am very grateful.
Today I will ask my legs to take me where the wish. The city is large, and yesterday I walked seven or more miles exploring the streets, saying hello to the sky. Today I will take a different route, and use my oversized map to find my way. I love to know where I am in the world, yet I often find that I am more lost than found. The streets are disorienting, and the buildings obscure my view of the sun. I always make it to where I should though, because I never begin with extremely concrete plans. And with that being said, let the day begin!