daines'n around

There is a certain feeling, an incomprehensible one that eludes all available combinations of the human forms of communication. Not even a photograph could convey the feeling of waking up in a strange location, in utter bliss.

The strange soundtrack backing the city portion of my trip consists of a few sounds. Saint Madeline's call to mass and quarter-hourly chiming of the bells makes the hours that I don't get out of the house seemingly pedantic in their treatment of the day. The rushing water of a leaking faucet into a tub that no one cares to repair causes me to wake up in the night thinking it might be rain, hoping it might be snow and realization after sleep-laced thought passes.

Church in Salt Lake is strange. It's just like the church in Los Angeles, Peru or Brasil; the little differences are startling however. The atmosphere is much more determined. Everyone has three options, it would appear. One: Be engaged. Two: Be dating one person exclusively and hoping to be engaged. Three: Be morose and have excuses why you aren't dating someone. Morose in that false-smile, shake-your-hand, and feign care in anything anyone has to say.

That's a first response after a short two and a half hour period in a stuffy building filled to the very edges with "young single adults."

There are a strange amount of homeless people in Salt Lake City. the wide streets and ample sidewalks seem to underscore the dozens wandering each square block. Makes me wonder if L.A. County Sherriffs aren't dropping them off here, as well as skid row.

I found internet access this evening, but don't know when I'll get online again. I rent my first car tomorrow. I'm thinking i'll make it out to the Salt Lake which the locals speak so badly of these days.

I should also be on my way to provo, if everything goes correct.