day off

Just left the playa desnuda in Almuñecar. My first (skinny) dip in the Mediterranean was short as the water is still quite cold, but all in all quite a tranquilo day. Lots of fun and relaxation. We passed innumerable tourist-oriented restaurants on the walk from the beach back into town and I tried to take in all of the smells and sights I could. I'm still unsure how much I'm going to stick to this mode of eating (100% raw) when I leave this place. I am quite convinced of many of its merits and benefits, but I'm not sure how much I'll be able to give up, and that the life I want to lead (socially, etc,) fits well. Dishes of ice cream, beautifully designed plates of rice and steamed vegetables, cervezas, coffees -- even signs with the word pizza -- made me a little bit forlorn.

I wish I had the time and inclination to talk more about the diet; it's consuming me as much as I, it, right now. I have the same kinds of regrets as after reading The Good Life; that there's a way of life I should be following, but know I won't be able to (ignorance is bliss.) I have to remind myself that I'm only better off for knowing more, and with the knowledge I will only improve my situation...