Bajai Life Camp 16.2: Day 471 [Images from Savona, Italy]

Bajai Life Camp 16.2: Day 471
Sea Art Hotel
Thursday September 20, 2018
Savona, Italy
25.79% anxious

I slept well. I may go back to sleep.

This statue sits in one of the parks along the beach.

I'm trying to size up how I feel. I think, given the time and expense against the payoff, that this part of the journey was a mistake. However, such thoughts often turn around with one quasi unique intervention of Fate.

Consciousness returned without the aid of an alarm. My room faces east and the sun came through the curtains. My dreamtime ended abruptly. There was no tragic event that I recall that would cause it to end in such a way.

There's still heaviness in my eyes.

I can feel the heaviness in my eyes this morning. I need more sleep. If it weren't for my self-imposed obligation to consume bits of the continental breakfast, (included) during the constricted hours of availability, I'd have stayed in bed. Breakfast is as much a matter of curiosity. The people come out for "free" breakfast, so I can have a peek at who's traveling through.

At some point today I have to explore the area. Find some resources and locate the port and how to get there. I don't expect public transit here although I have seen something that looks like bus stops. At first glance this seems like a community that tries to siphon every euro it can get from every visitor that comes through. I got that, "you can check out any time you want, but you can never leave vibe," last night before bed. I made sure my door was locked.

Sometimes my imagination runs away with me.

Okay... aside from exploring there's not much else for me to do. I'll check the terms of internet and despite my reluctance to purchase a service that is free almost everywhere else, I'll get it... maybe. As for now. More rest. I may or may not sleep.

The Corsica ferry station is right across the street. Could I go to Corsica before Barcelona? Or do I play it safe and stick with my plan? Given how it's gone so far?

The continental breakfast. Best hard boiled eggs ever.

Either decision is the one that's meant to be. I think this might be a ferry hotel, the way people were headed towards the ferry port. Maybe they come over, stay here for business and go back.

Back to sleep.. and up before noon. I think noon will be a good time to start exploring.

My legs are tight. My guess... carrying the bags. Or a lot of sitting on trains. My head isn't quite cleared yet.

The abandoned train yard near the station.

Speaking of trains; there was sneezing and sniffling near by me. I not a germophobe, but I'm aware of my surroundings and of situations that can suppress my immune system. As I understand it, 80% of the immune system is located in the lining of the gut and it changes every 24 hours. I believe what we eat has a lot to do with the strength of that system. If I haven't eaten well, for whatever reason, my gut may not be 100%.

But that's just me.

Grimaldi is the ferry service I'm most likely to take. I'm also going to have to buy internet from the Shady Rest hotel. It most certainly isn't the dough. Especially after what I spent just to get here. I think you understand.

I walked a long way today. At least an hour out, which means an hour back. Good exercise, but I should have broken out the shorts. I might as well walk the Camino in Spain. People seem to think I'm the type... but then they probably think everyone should walk it.

The knitted love locks across a small bridge.

There are a bunch of people, I believe, would like to see me living in Spain. I've made friends on these programs just in the last year. It's only been a year and a month since I did my first program. It's easy to envision a framly growing here. I resist, but resistance is futile. At this moment, in Italy, I'm plotting to go to Spain. Maybe as soon as tomorrow night.

As I write this I'm thinking about Elliott, of Mr. Robot infamy. I'm speaking, in digibytes to an audience they may not be there... yet. Yesterday's thought was, "the twenty first century's great American novels will be written one blog at a time." This could be one of them. However, back in the day when books were discovered, discussed, analyzed and assigned as required reading for generations not yet born, and their authors, usually dead, revered or reviled by readers far and wide, today's blog posts are easily cut, pasted and plagiarized by unscrupulous scallywags. With no acknowledgement of the original author.

Nonetheless I will continue to write, because I have to. I'm not holding any hopes of being discovered. Maybe, I'll read these accounts in fifty years and they will give me a smile.

The walk back along the beach is nice. I should find today's meal, buy internet, book passage to Barcelona.

There are beaches of all sorts along the coast.

Keep it moving.

The cafes along the road stopped serving food at 15h:00. I arrived at 15:20. Such is my time here. I'm over-dramatizing this trip. However I did locate an area where wifi is provided with a name and phone number. First act, check in with my fam. Second, book passage to Barcelona, over a cup of tea. €2.00 for the pot, two cups yield. Right in the budget zone.

I'm going to do my best to not take cash from a machine until I get to Barcelona.

The "Shady" Rest Hotel.

There was a lot of walking today. My meal came from a mercato. I still have to find a place in Barcelona. Maybe something is on sale. No word about a program yet. Back in the spot. Maybe go out later. Or just pay up the wifi dough and do my business.

There is a transit system. This bus goes to the port.

And that's what I did. Not a big hit... wifi is good. Took care of biz. Booked Barcelona til Tuesday. Haven't heard from Ana. I'll hit her up tomorrow. No need to.