I made a new acquaintance while practicing in the park on Friday. His name is Afrim, he is from Kosovo. He joined in kicking the soccer ball around with me for a while, then I gave him a ride back to his hostel as he was missing change for the bus. He's visiting the U.S. for a few months on a work exchange program while he's studying for his Master's degree in Law back in Kosovo. I took him to Coronado beach today. It was his first time in the ocean. At some point I was asking about his family and I asked if he and his family are Muslim. He said, "Yes. I am Muslim. This is not problem for you is it?" I laughed and said of course not. He has four sisters and I asked a few questions about what life is like in Kosovo for women.
Yesterday I went on a bike ride and listened to Adele's first album 19. It came out in 2008 but that's me, I'm usually several years behind. I figured I would give it a listen since she's well-respected and because she does a nice cover of Dylan's "Make You Feel My Love". It's a beautiful song, and one of the few Dylan songs that I think his version of is weak. Anyway, not a bad album. My favorite track is "Best For Last" I think. As I rode my bicycle and listened I saw a little girl in a purple dress digging into her lawn. Made me sad/nostalgic. I saw a woman walking up her driveway from the mailbox and had a Proustian recollection of riding bikes with Georgia, a most glorious little child with a heart and brain of gold. We used to ride our bikes up and down a hill in front of her house repeatedly, through sparse cotton floating from the trees. I took Georgia to a park once to play with a friend, another little girl that I've only dreamed of riding bikes with. The xylophone on Adele's song "First Love" was clanging in my ears.
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