Such colors
When I moved into my hut last week I strung up some twine and hung up all of my clothes, really felt nice to settle in. However, staring at my clothesline is a bit depressing: everything is black. Or gray, maybe dark blue. You can tell I packed in NYC in deep January.
Somehow I also managed to forget to bring any of the clothes I bought in India last year, so most of my stuff is unsuited for here (read: way too hot). I don't really want to shop much; anything I buy I have to carry for the next three months. However, something had to be done.
So I've slowly purchased a few items: chartreuse harem pants, a bright orange dress that can double as a skirt, a yellow and gold sarong. Notice a theme? Dark colors just don't feel right here when everything is so vibrant. Or maybe that's just the hippies starting to rub off on me. I am going to a sunset drum circle tonight...