comfort in not knowing

there's comfort in not knowing what others are talking about. to be immersed in a different language and not be able to comprehend every word that is uttered. there's a certain peace in that. there are just some things i'd rather not hear. like when we were children and everything that concerned us were the basic things in life. and then we grew up.

i spent the day moving in my new flat, getting h.gladys fixed, hanging out with the mexicans, shopping, hanging out with italian couchsurfers and then heading back to galilei. all the spanish and italian around me assures there is so much to learn.

although

there is also comfort in knowing that if you are just itching to do it,there are countries like italy where you can be sure your doing it safe.

goes and wanders