Rocks: I must be insane. Rocks are what you pick up on the beach or along a creek bed. You don't spend $350 on rocks. My suitcase weighs a ton. So far, and this is it, I have bought 2 large pieces of polished agate, 4 of those "things" that are butt ugly on the outside but have an air bubble in the center surrounded by different colors and baby crystals, a killer piece of off salmon/brown crystal with growths all over everywhere, and, the sucker piece de la ristance, a purple amathyst+4 tiny diamonds set in 18k gold that will need a gold chain when I get home. I have absolutely no one to give it to, obviously, or I wouldn't be here in the first place.

Women: Last night I hit the socalled WALL. Maybe a better way to describe it is one of those tomato haulers carrying a load to the cannery. Tomatoes fall off onto the highway and are run over by the next 30 vehicles. Splat!

4 x4 is the terma that most resembles the women and our fantasies from a US strip club. It was literally impossible to move at times with the uncountable women and men pressed against me. The women looked like something out of a commercial for the California hard body good life. Blondes everywhere in their brief bikinis and most of them squeezed into me from all sides. The music was loud enough to cause permanent ear damage, the crowds were claustrophobic, and I finally had to stagger out of the place. My dick was numb and I already felt pretty bad after my "date" made an audible "yuk" sound as she spit my you know what out into the bedside disposal. But she took a quick drink of water, kissed me long and hard and then wanted to know why I couldn't fuck her. Get real. 5 women in 5 days and that's more than I have ever done. In my best years I didn't even jack off that much. 4x4 needs to be revisited during slower hours where I can just sit and ogle.

Tonight I returned to my favorite place. Solarium. This is where I will fade into the sunset day after tomorrow. It is well lite, has a fantastic selection and variety of women, and, especially important, has a very homey feel to it. I have a favorite (duh!) who expects me to send her copies of the pictures I took along with one of me. That way she can remember who is who 3 days after I leave but I didn't want to say that. She is really extremely sweet and is a fantastic kiss a holic. Best darn bjs I have ever had either. You can tell that I care for her because I won't come in her mouth. I smile as I write this but I have really connected with her. Physically and emotionally, anyway. The people at the front desk at Solarium speak English, recognize you as a regular (4 times for me in 7 days), and are super friendly.

Food: I was only going to talk about rocks and women tonight. So I'll just briefly mention the man who looked at my plate at the nearby buffet, looked at me, grinned and said something in Portuguese. I gather I am considered a pig in this place after 3 days of eating lunch there. I caught the dessert girl looking at me during the meal but she also smiled.

Life is good.

"...kissed me long and hard and then wanted to know why I couldn't fuck her. Get real. 5 women in 5 days and that's more than I have ever done. In my best years I didn't even jack off that much."

This statement had me rolling on the floor. Sounds like you could've used some drugs to keep it going....funny stuff.

BB