Esparsos e parcos apontamentos

quarta-feira, agosto 18, 2010

on the way to the grand canyon – base camp

everything went great since i got to flagstaff, arizona. the temperature dropped a bit and immediately after i arrived thunderstorms and heavy rain came about. the streets have that touristy feel with inklings of european mountain resorts. there is a good proportion of freaks and alternative people hanging around. trains cross the city centre often enough to see people waiting for the endless chain of wagons and engines pass by and disappear in the mist.

trying to get something to eat, i googled “best burger flagstaff”. arriving at the place i couldn’t believe they were playing arcade fire’s last album that i had been listening on repeat driving from albuquerque.

how is it going, the guy asked, great, i replied, wonderful in fact, best music ever in a burger shack, saw the guys in nyc a couple of weeks ago, he proudly added. what are you having, whatever you suggest, i cried for help. everything on the menu is delicious, bring me the spicy model then. drink? beer, i asked shyly.

dazed by the music and by the deliciously locally brewed in california beer, got served the burger on a bed of homemade fries and salad. you smell so great, the waitress said apologizing right after. new ck summer fragrance, i humbly confessed, goes well with this oregano scent you brought me.

next day at the basement bbq. what are you having?, the waiter kid asked. without me responding, he added, nice shirt!, where did you get that?, london, i said, with an unintended bragging about my cosmopolitan habits. cool, gotta go there then.

people seem to like me in flagstaff, arizona. and i like it here.