Day 7


As time to go approaches, I want to extend my stay. I feel like Austin charged me. I feel weirdly powerful. I don’t want Austin to leave me. The world out there requires me to perform other things and I don’t know how much I can hold on to this though. I woke up 6:30 a.m. It was grey and rainy. I could tell the light wasn’t good even before I opened the windows. What a bummer. I left and went to the Catholic Church to watch the Sunday service. The church is on the top of a hill by the train station. I remember being caught by the church’s tower watch the first time I came here. The Sunday service was my last duty before I went back home. I drove through the short streets of downtown Austin to get to the church. As I parked the car, I saw the colorful umbrellas walking uphill. It was shitty weather for shooting outside, but the image in front of my eyes was awesome: colorful umbrellas moving uphill. It was sweet and melancholic. I listened to the service from the cafeteria across the street. As I had coffee, I left one of my cameras on a tripod shooting the church from the outside. The man who poured me coffee had a three fingers hand. We chatted and he told me his story. This morning was all magic to me. I went back to Madalena’s home to say goodbye after the church. Luckily there was someone else visiting, and the dog was entertained, so I didn't have to watch his miserable expression as I disappeared. I wanted to tell Yvi to come live with me in Rio, but her family needs her there. Ugh, my cheesy sentimentality. In the middle of the afternoon I drove back home.

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