I woke up at 8:30, but somehow, it was 1:30 in the afternoon and I’d only made it as far as the roof of a coffee shop. True, I was in the company of a French man who very much wanted “real” coffee, telling me that he had a 6th sense for finding good relaxing coffee places. All the same, this is a recurring pace of life over here. Get up, muse about the beauty of the mountains, meander down to the Old Town to grab something to eat, and then think about the next step. But sometimes, there is no next step. In fact, that was what seemed to be happening in the coffee shop, us sitting there sipping coffee, remembering that we had intended to get to a nearby village. It seemed so far away, the moments hanging in the future, and the coffee was RIGHT THERE. So we sipped and chatted, and then eventually made our ways to the village to meander, make some more coffee, and sit in the sun.
It’s not that we’re lazy. Well, okay, we’re maybe a little lazy. But it’s a slower city, a place for people to be lazy and not worry too much about it. I sleep in, and then consider examining nature. I start adventures in the afternoon and when I’m tired, go back to the hostel or hang out in a restaurant. And there’s nothing about the local people, the food, the sun glinting off of rooftops that tells me I should feel guilty about that.
The French man (named “Remy”) told me this slowness, this desire to linger a little longer, is called getting “Dali’d,” which is when the slow pulse of the city beats in time with meandering feet. Dali is not the place for people running th length of a stopwatch when travling. Because it seems that the whole point of Dali is to stretch without point at all. Ａｔ ｌｅａｓｔ Ｉhope so, since that’s what I
ve been doing. My first thought upon getting to Dali was “What should Iｄｏ？＂ Aｆｔｅｒ ｓｐｅｎｄｉｎｇ ａ ｆｅｗ ｄａｙｓ ｈｅｒｅ， Ｉ ｃａｎ ｓａｆｗｌｙ ｓａｙ ｔｈａｔ ｔｈｅｒｅ ｉｓ ｏｎｌｙ ｏｎｅ ｔｈｉｎｇ ｔｏ ｄｏ： ｇｅｔ Ｄａｌｉ＇ｄ．