My Journal - July 15, 2004I changed more quickly than Gaia and proceeded to the lobby of Casa Albertina to wait for her. My boxer-styled swimsuit – favored by Americans – seemed a bit out of place in a beach culture where men often wore skimpier versions of attire, but it was what I had. Besides, I didn't think I could pull off the speedo look with the confidence that the European men did.
With a light t-shirt sporting a Jimmy Buffett theme and a towel tossed over my shoulder, I was ready for Gaia. I stood for a bit of time, the clock probably moving more quickly than my imagination suggested. After a moment, I realized that my stock-still posture gave away my nervousness. I tried to relax and seem more nonchalant, but the effort only lasted a minute or two.
So, where was she?
A moment
