Here is a pic of the hostal from the 4th floor where Hana and I stay. The square windows -- eerily similar to the Hotel Washington I stayed in in Tokyo, no?
At lunch I went to the phoe store where Hana and Juan were buying phones. I looked down at my feet and noticed how disgusting they were.
Trying to take a photo of the b-boys is like trying to photograph a shooting star. Pretty sure that is Liam in that blur.
Oh so today we had African dancing warm-up. Awesome.
I forgot what it's like to be an actor. Actually great pleasure in just manifesting yourself. I don't know how else to explain. Also waking up thinking about the piece and rolling over in my bed and talking to Hana about it, first thing -- what a wonderful luxury, to be able to spend practically 24 hours a day just thinking about a piece. Even my own plays don't get this kind of attention from me. This is how it should be, for God's sake.
The process is inevitably frustrating, at times magical, sometimes tedious. But I feel good, still coming out with admiration for the people here -- especially the people on the U.S. team with me. Hana, for being always calm, clear-minded, direct without getting exasperated; Juan for always maintaining a positive enthusiasm and spirit of yes yes yes. I feel like I am trying to learn how to have fun again.
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