At the moment I am sitting on the terrace while the sun dries my hair. I left the frigidity of boston in exchange for this warmth. This terrace is the manifestation of something I had been dreaming of. Somehow I knew there would be a balcony but I could have never expected it to be this beautiful. I am five stories in the air and the people below are tiny figures who I can observe & admire. To my left are the snow-capped Sierra Nevada mountains. I stood here last night while the sun was setting and their white snow-caps were illuminated in pink. I was conscious about my decision to travel here, and because of that consciousness I have been rewarded with contentment. The air is different, the sun is different, the smells are different. I never thought I would see a man selling bread out of the back of his car, or a cockroach the size of my palm. But each little difference is intoxicating to me. Time is slower; there is not a feeling of hurry or a care in the world. I could easily be bored. But then I remember that I am a foreigner, everything around me is eye-candy, and there are millions of secrets still to be discovered. I am feeling very lucky!