Travels nd Breakups: A Brief

We just got back from Esfahan, a city in the south of Iran and i am beyond words. I was beautiful. I wrote my friend Clark about it and figured i'll just cut and paste the description here to give you an idea of what it was like until i write up the article. I'll also post some pictures of it but here is part of my email to Clark:

I just got back today from Isfahan in the south of Iran and it is so incredibly beautiful! Oh my Goodness! I never thought there would be a place in Iran that i would deem a very very romantic place but this city did it for me. It is an old city, former capitol at some point in Iranian history. Anyway, it is this clean, very Middle Eastern city that is alive with this festive atmosphere to it. Tourist attraction definately. The city is built around this huge river and one of the trademarks are the twelve or so bridges on this river, all spectacularly intricate in design. Our hotel was at the mouth of one of these bridges, my favourite bridge of all that we saw. At night it is lit up with these gorgeous orange lights and there are these arches all along it where you can see the river through it. The walkway itself is laid with bricks or cobblestone and is very olden day, reminiscent of the days of monarchies and carriages. Ugh!! I fell in love.

We went to see a bunch of ancient palaces and mosques and the like. Oh my goodness Clark, it was so beautiful and the genius of the designs shamwari! I mean, they had special designs to prevent vibrations from earthquakes from destroying the bulidings and they had these complicated irrigation sysytems and their gardens were mathmetically calculated and all this was in the early 11th-17th centuries. They even have the first human geometrical houses ever bulit. I mean, what the hell were Africans doing back in the 11th century? Why did not we not see the need to preserve out history like these people did? I mean, i know we have a lot to offer, but once you see thier stuff, how old it is and how well preserved, unotonyara. Isusu taitei kho nai? I was mesmerized once again.

I won't talk your ear off (or should i say your eyes off) but i was really impressed. I'll send you some pictures if you like. Loved my trip. Loved it.

The article will be much more in depth and descriptive, i promise.


I just broke it off with Mo. Yes that was his name unfortunately. a nickname in any case, but what he was known by. That should have been my first warning right? I never felt right about it. I was lonely and desperate and agreed to be with him in a moment of rash confusion. I have had a lot of time out here to reflect and i came to a conclusion i seem to stumbled upon fairly often.

I am a deluded moron. I really am. Why on earth would we work? We do not click on a deep level and quite frankly he is a useless individual at the moment. That does not mean he is a bad person or doesn't have potential but do i really have time to make a project of him? Do i really have the desire. No. I don't. Sorry if that makes me a mean cow, but i don't.

So i sent him an email. I know, that is terrible but that is what i did. I figured, why wait till i get to the States right? I told him i thought us dating was a bad idea and that i needed to sort myself out, which is not a lie. I do. And i do not like hanging out with him. I didn't tell him that of course. But if i must really think of it, i was forcing matters with him. I am not into him, i was lonely. Period. That makes me a sad and very daft cow i realize, but i made my decision and sent the email. No turning back yeah?

Oh dear.