From my Journal

It was a nice weekend, with a couple of really glorious moments.
At one point, we sat on a bench, in front of a canal, just outside the city, across from a café with great cappuccinos. We smoked a joint. The one I'd found in the hotel hallway.
It was great.
A perfect high.
We laughed & I felt warm and happy.
We kissed & that felt amazing.

We spent the afternoon walking around in our hazy bubble, drinking coffee & walking in & out of pretty shops.
We spent ages in a toy shop quietly turning music boxes. Jonathan bought one.
We ate lunch in a teeny tiny shoarma shop.
The men were very friendly there.
& we liked that.