Many hours later I have crossed the same river twice, once to the right then to the left in following some self-desire only to find myself back where I had been, talking with Alexander from India. In nineteen hundred and ninety-three he came to Portugal from India for work. He lost everything and has been here ever since. He talked much about geography and I found I knew more than he; not bragging, I was finally happy not to feel inept about something. He also talked much and explained to me the game of cricket. Several times I tried to steer him toward a spiritual conversation but the effort was futile on my part. I left offering him anything I could but he would have nothing of my charity.
I feel that I am growing bored from seeing cities but in the past few days I have traveled far and seen much. Within the next few days, I hope to stop in one place for two nights and wash and change cloths.
I know not where I will end up. I feel drawn back to Lucedale to be there for my Grandparents and take life easy but I know not how they shall take my direction in life. Though I still have over a week with the train pass and anything could happen in that time. It was easy to approach Alexander today but he had not the hard-cold face but then again, many others did not have a hard face and I walked right by them.