Dated and described
9/6/2021
Transcribed on 10/6/2021, I was lost, homeless on some Spanish-speaking island of mediterranean climate. About the size of La Palma in the Azores, with a valley through the centre and several small towns of traditionally-built stone houses scattered about. The people there were remarkably nice despite their little English and I am quite homesick of a sense to be back there because of this. I worked as a waiter in a restaurant that attracted english tourists. Even after staying there close to a week it was perpetually sunset (which was in the east), and there was this distinct feeling of bittersweet sadness despite the quiet festivities of the restaurants and little streets. I hope they are okay, and the person whose eyes I saw through made it back home.