sighs

we went to colonia today, which is a little town on the coast of uruguay. because it's winter here, and it's the middle of the week, there were very few people around. wendy and i got drunk on wine and wandered the empty streets. the streets were cobbley. the trees were varied. the sky was a lovely blue. the houses were simple and pretty, and occasionally we could hear the people living inside them. but not often. after a few hours, wendy got a fanta and i got a beer from a bodega. i scaled a wall, wendy took pictures from below, and we sat by the ocean and talked as she rehydrated and i slowly got more drunk. it was the best i've felt in a long time. i wrote, and we listened to the ocean and... nothing else. it's truly amazing the amount of noise we live in, letting it seep into our brains and confuse our thoughts. this day of quiet was so soothing. i bought a few souvenirs for the first time since we got here, and one that i got for myself was a tile sign of one of colonia's streets: "la calle de suspiros." i'll remember how lovely it felt to be able to hear my own suspiros.