January 1, 2005
I was in the hot springs all morning, or "heaven's tea cup" as one of the locals put it. This place makes Lauterbrunnen look like the Ozarks. Anyway, it might only be funny to me but I keep telling the towel boy that I am going to steep a little longer. He smiles, but only out of policy, I am sure. It wasn't until I received a wire from Leon that I realized it was indeed the New Year. No Diary, we did stay up late last night to celebrate, but Terry has a way of making every day so far feel like a carinval; so now the official night has slipped under the radar. File it under Francis Gary. Happy New Year's nonetheless Diary.