We are on this trip for many reasons. one of them is to find Pablo in the world. Not the physical Pablo—his work on this earth was complete on june 27 2009. We are looking for Pablo in us, in the beauty of the world, in the experience of getting away, in the fear of leaving home and wondering why we got to go on and he had to leave. We are looking for Pablo and we will find him. We already have, in many ways.
I am sure I dreamt of Pablo last night. I am sure he spoke to me. I am sure I can't recall any of it. Just a hazy memory. I'll keep dreaming and keep trying to remember. It will happen.
But not right now. It's 6 a.m. We've been up since before 5. Feels good. Now we're off to find a cafe that's open. Need espresso. Shouldn't be hard. We are in the middle of the middle of Paris on Rue de Rivoli, a block from Place de la Concorde, which is at the eastern end of the final stretch of road of the Tour de France—Champs-Elysees.
There must be caffeine within five meters of this bed. Time to find it.