I am sitting at Starbucks typing this as the wireless at home isn't working. I have felt very frustrated and hard done by as a result. Deeply pathetic - actually I have been frustrated and in a bad mood all day, I think because of the yoga a lot of my emotions are coming to the surface. I am certainly starting to see the physical differences caused by the regular practise.
I stomped home from the beach - if you can stomp in flip flops (?) - to get my laptop to bring it down here. Before I went into the house I saw noticed something I have seen before but today was the first time I processed it. Outside my apartment block there are three bins, comparatively small for the size of the building... the same size as the domestic ones people have on their drive way in the uk.... and they are nearly always empty. According to the useful information provided by the property company they are emptied daily. This afternoon I saw a poor looking man going through them. This is the second or third time today I have seen someone from another part of town rooting through them. He was pulling out anything that looked remotely edible and any cans he could find - they get tiny amounts of cash for all drink cans. It was a hard and fast reminder of the disparity here between the well off and the poor. Its very easy to forget. Playa is a nice, albeit americanised, seaside town, its affluent, and safe. Its easy to forget how poor some people are here. I am never going to look at those bins, or for that matter my rubbish and what I waste and throw away the same way again, let alone feel hard done by because my wireless isn't working.
Change, once it starts to happen, happens in a million different ways...
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