Isn~t it werid to discover that you are just exactly what you are? Regina, Heidi and I balance the scales with our personalities so well, we are the three muses, the tripple-goddess, the scales in balance ruled by spirit. I think we should start a travelers club, meeting only in remote places of the world, wearing satin pink jacket with our nick names embroidered on the chest and presiding over drag races, though there are none of the sort here on Morro de Se Paulo - not an automobile on this paradise island. only three americans. wearing satin jackets over our thong bathing suits. I will call us the Pink Laides.

Regina, the overtly cute and celebratorily sexual sprite with get to fire the starting gun of the drag race as the contenders put their flip flops on and lally gag or not all the way to the end of the fine sand beach, getting extra points to stop and meet other 25 - 35 year old beautiful travelers from all over the world, of which there are only in Morro, on their way to the finish line. Regina will jump, cheer, giggle and determine the winner with a wave of the bikini flag and award the lucky mutilingual man with an offering of acai - our new favorite dessert made of a fruit found fresh only in the amazon. dark purple. watch the satin, buddy.

Heidi will be the classy one, the long cigarette chick who knows how to communicate, forget that she don~t know the language. She will not have children of her own, but travel the world taking care of Regina and Tonya, two handfuls of their own. In fact, Heidi will lead the world in travel, a tour guide to the stars and other exotic fruit trees we have never tasted the spoils of before. We will become better lovers in her presence by learning how to speak, touch and see only Love, and all men will gladly walk the earth with gifts, bringing their best to her maicured feet.

Tonya, last Pink Lady, but not least, will often be wandering alone, happily in merry fantasy land - like last nite on a boat alone from island to island, singing to the stars, feeling the waves jostle my body, imagining myself an innocent child on a search for her lost grandmother in the land of mystery (but really, TK, where do these stories come from?). Tonya will not allow the other muses to be too disuaded by the flirtations of men. Tonya will not be persuaded to do anything ever, not by hurricane or riot, that she does not want to do. She will however, if throw herself in with full abandon to anything that is of interest to her with a gleeful open heart and open mind.

Today, I found a tiny cemetary on Morro de Sao Paulo- one can learn a lot from a culture~s rituals surrounding death. Heidi napped in a hammock called ecstacy and Regina loved and lived harder, spreading that brilliant spark with every eglish, spanish or partial portugese conversation she could. How the days balance for we three women. Pink satin, holding hands, teaching love, learning to be just exactly who we are.

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