Greetings, Friends! Romans!, Countrymen and Gritos all over the world!A World So Small.
I leave Gritoland, Paris France to come to here, the Farlands. On my way on the plane I was thinking how very big the world must be, for it took too long to be sitting down in one place next to a human that almost sit on me.
As we are Grito's ... and very small, but then
small relative to what, I find that no matter how small I might feel, there is always something smaller than me. Like this friend I met last spring, Adam Ant.
I met him on a picnic while watching a small piece of bread go across the grass. This amazed me, as many things easily amaze a Grito. And we like our bread, so I went to pick up the runaway bread, and this is how I met Adam Ant.
I said, "Hello you small thing" and he said "hullo" back. I asked him how he was able to carry such a big piece of bread that is almost 50 times his size (or that is how it seemed) and he said that if I were an Ant, it would be easy.
But I am a Grito and I certainly cannot even carry my own piece of chocolate cake, which by the way, we were having, and if Adam were to carry off the cake, our meeting would be less than friendly, I can assure you. But my little new friend kindly said, "If you please, I am a very busy ant and I need to get this piece of bread to my home .. " and with that said, I placed the piece of bread on Adam's back and watched the bread disappear across the grass.
It was a great day for a picnic and the chocolate cake was even better after sips of Rose Wine. It made me sleepy so I decided to take a little nap.
You can take a Grito out of Paris, but you can never take Paris away from a Grito!
The sleep was also delicious and when I woke up, I was hungry for more chocolate cake. What else!
I noticed that the sun was in another location in the sky and it looked more smaller. How can this be??? I asked the Femme Machine and all she said was, "...because the earth is moving."
I expected the Femme Machine to elaborate as I found this to be her not-always-so-good-a-trait (she is full of talking and words and sometimes I cannot keep up with her. ) But she did not explain more to me, and this would have been a good time to talk more, as I really need to know. I will blame the chocolate cake.
We started walking back home after the last piece of chocolate was sweetly taken, but the moving earth idea grew an interest inside me.
And that is how I joined the NASA Space Programme here in Houston, TX!
