An other Phoenix.

Back in Phoenix. What for? What's here for me this time?

Well, first, the Jethro Tull concert. OK, maybe I did had expectations. For example, that I wrote to Ian Anderson and asked him to dedicate me the concert. After all, I was the only one of the thousands there who attended the first Aqualung concert back in London 40 years ago! And this happened to be the Agualung 40th Anniversary Tour. Not a hint of that. Ian was... not there. He does all the moves, but his heart is not there. Neither his mind, haha, he failed his entry in the Agualung song. Wut? This guy has played this song thousands of times and misses his entry? I think he's too old to rock and roll. I was very impressed by Martin Barre though. He is playing better than ever, he doesn't play it like a rock star and you can feel his enjoyment. Thanks Martin!

I remember my first time in the Phoenix Hostel. The owner commanded me to take a shower on arrival. This time she is not here, but the English manager put my sandals outside. "You have stinkfoot. Stinkfoot, darling, your feet put a hurt on my nose!" Oh well, it's true. At 40 C and 5 % humidity, you are sweating like a horse but you don't realize it. But your shoes keep accumulating torrents of sweat. My feet stink, my shoes still worse. The Englishman has a point.

And now the signs. When I left Flagstaff, again shuffling I-tunes synchronized, out of 13,000 songs, "Y volver, volver, vooolveeer!" Humm...

Then, first thing I noticed when entering the Hostel is an ad for a play tonight: "Juliette must die"... Humm, I will try to attend it today. I was thinking of this and again the radio synchronizes Julieta's Benegas "Eres para mí". OK,OK,OK! I don't know why, I don't what for, but I am back in Phoenix. And I flow, flow, flow. May the gods help me. A couple of nights ago I dream with Julieta. She comes to me, beautiful, sits on my lap, we embrace each other and she says: "Sometimes I like to be alive for a while". Sometimes I feel that she does, through me.

Deflagstaffed.

With Julia under surgery, I am forced to try my new old bicycle... first time in two years! I'm almost as good as I was before the accident. It is also the first time I feel almost normal. The same as when swimming. No es poco.

The hostile hostel owner Lisa gives instructions that I must leave the premises by Friday 3rd. She rejects my appeal arguing that "rules are rules". Hum... My first time, I was allowed to stay 2 weeks, my second, three months, my third, four days, my fourth, two months, this time, ten days... help my friends! Can anyone find the pattern of the rule for me? Truth is, they don't like me. Why? I am a bad example for the staff. Oh well, if the powerful dislike me, I like it.

Anyways, this can't be bad, June 3rd is Juli's birthday. I invite Japanese Asami, Malaysian  Rafma and Romanian Ioana for dinner. These girls understand and celebrate with me.

My new home is a weekly rent motel room. Not too bad. It's way off downtown, but has everything I need plus a Farmers Market and a new pool and gymnasium complex nearby.

Flagstaff is not my town anymore. My friends are gone, I can hardly find a Diné or Hopi in the streets, the artisans and hippies are nowhere to be seen. This town is going steady to the right, and that's not right for me. But I am thankful though. This place dramatically  changed my life for better three years ago. Now, it is helping me realize that I have changed too. I miss La Malfatta. I miss my friends at La Malfatta. I miss the love and freedom that we all shared back there. Thanks Lisa, thanks Flagstaff. I am over you.