Drawn by a Star

...Bolivia...

Friday 13th is often said to be an unlucky day. For me it brought pure Alegria (happiness). The day started early, I was in Motril by 9am. The fine grey material covering the inside of the roof of my 18 year old car had collapsed in places, so driving - when the window was open- had become like having a large sheet trampolining on and off my head . There was a real possibility of being enshrouded at any moment, so, it had to be fixed. There was a real possibility of being enshrouded at any moment, so, it had to be fixed.  The repair job was going to take four hours. It would coast 100€. I took a new book to read to bide my time. It was too hot to go exploring the city. The book had been waiting to be picked up for at least three months. Funny how the day, the hour, the minute have to be just right for each new read.  Called 'An Irish Tale of a Modern Mystic' the author,Tantra Matt, was a friend of a friend. The day promised to be a scorche...