Chapter Twenty-Four
Thursday, November 26, 2015
A new friendship has developed with my roommate. He is a Venezuelan spiritual guide. He is concerned that I don’t love myself and is worried that I am driven by my ego. We went on a walk with our other roommate, a pretty, young blonde gal. Down by the lake, there is a hill that is steep and goes from lake-level to about a hundred meters high. On the edge of the hill there is a park which is surrounded by trees that have been cleared in one area to create a scenic lookout over the lake and the central part of the city. We went there a few nights ago. From the lookout, it’s only minutes from the lake. As we were going down the hill to the lake, I realized how beautiful it was. “I’m surprised we never came here before,” I said.
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