The Isle of Man

Just letting everybody know that I'm alive and well. More than alive, to be honest.

It was a rainy ferry ride from Liverpool, arriving to Douglas at last after three hours of sitting in the middle of elementary school kids running about, playing with their DS. Made me wish I brought mine for a second.

If you don't know where the Isle of Man is, this some 220 square mile island is right at the center of the British Isles. Isolated from the noise of robust city life, it's the perfect place to relax, or retire as parts of it are also inhibited by the elderly. I was at the bus the other day and it was my first time seeing enourmous green, mountainous landscapes surrounded by fresh sea water. I'm not kidding when I say it's gorgeous.

I've been walking around the city of Ramsey where my cousin lives and around the city center (the whole mile of it). It was when I saw seagulls flying across the moist sand, a stream of water running through it, with reflections of the sun through the gray clouds, hearing the mountain breeze caress its way through the lush forest and victorian houses, that's when I realized - fuck, this is amazing.

Living in Arizona is pretty with its southwestern desert landscape, but after a couple of years, it does start to depreciate in wow value. Add the 100+ degree heat during the summer. So seeing the opposite was more than welcome. All I needed was to feel the cool air in the beach as the sun shined through the drizzling rain.

I did not bring my cords to upload pictures, unfortunately, so you will have to wait until Thursday to see them. In the meantime, I will kick back and enjoy.