Hedonist-at-Large

All of our coffee mugs are building their own Mount Everest in the sink except for an old and cracked Manchester United fan-mug from the early 80's and a ¡Viva España! tourist mug from the early 90's. The two latter only used in emergencies due to, erhh, the appearance of some genuine and charming fragments of original dirt. They are pre-dishwasher era I might add. The reason? I'm up to my ears in projects and mischievous thoughts.

I'm on my third cup of java this beautiful morning (mid-60's) with a blue sky and a warm hazy horizon when looking west, towards Hawaii and Asia-Pacific. My internal alarm bell went of at 4:45am and gave me time to read The Economist from last week where I yet again found lots of articles about Spain but also our next destination, South America, before the missus woke up and craved her first latte.

The reason I'm up before the newspaper boy is simple: life is good. No, let me rephrase: life is freekin' great! My new healthy regime of three 2-hour workouts per week, less restaurant food and a tad less wine is serving me well. My energy levels are back at 2004-levels but I still have ways to go before reaching the all-time high June 1999-levels when I was spending my days surfing on the Canary Islands, dancing to the tunes of the waves and contemplating during the afternoon siesta. OH right, I had also sold all my belongings and emmigrated from my native tierra.

I also don't have a pre-defined schedule, except for the workouts, which really creates energy and creativity. There is nothing I need to prepare for, wait for or be in time for. It's okay to just follow the random thoughts - one at a time, boys - that keeps popping into my head.

Today I have a visit to the wine store, golf, finding a new pair of trainers and cooking Choo Chee Hoy Phat (scallops in thick red curry sauce) for the first time, on my busy schedule. But that could change in a heartbeat cause I'm ready to enjoy the spure of the moment even if that means taking an early siesta.

I might also continue reading Lunar Park by Bret Easton Ellis, the all-american psycho's latest litterary achievement. But that's an evening activity; his books are not to be read in daylight.