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.