I cant quite figure out how to work all of the keyboard. But it is so beautiful here. This morning I arrived in the dark morning, the dawn coming up over the mountains, setting the city on a glistening, poetic fire. A prime place for exploration.
Its my name: Marisa means "of the sea". I suppose it is suiting. I have always loved reading old diaries of distant lives. Here you can read my ongoing story, a log of riding a log (if you will) with musings, tales, poetry, jargon, secrets, cliches, whatnots and other pieces of my day. So next time you are stuck indoors, pull up a warm chair and read about the simple happenings of my life in the Pacific Ocean.
Ask me anything
June 22, 2012
Chillaxin in Chile
