You can become dizzy from the altitude, but every once in a while, the merry-go-round happens because of the deluge of new information, stories, drama, new faces, ideas, and thoughts.
There’s a saying that you never forget your first one. Usually that goes for bases in the sports of love, namely kissing and having sex. Well, not in my case it doesn’t. I will never forget my first phenomenal fucking of my soul and body by El Camino. The occurrence at Kilometer 59 still brings a grin on my face. That day the route was pretty fucking exhausting for us, with the scorching sun, a buttload of ascends and descends on the paths less taken. When we finally reached our destination on the same day, a sign appeared – a sign showing the way to the next bar. What appeared in front of our eyes next was a golden pint of cold beer with a slight amount of foam sliding down the glass. Fuck me sideways, yes, show me the way to the next bar! As we walked towards the bar, be saw an amazing room with a view where we could sleep over. The view was a bridge and a river, pure poetry. We instantly agreed we’re going to spend the night there, and that it was high time for that pint, so we didn’t have the time for a closer inspection of said room in the million-star hotel. And I know that you know that one beer is a joke and that one usually doesn’t go for just one beer. So, needless to say, our “hanging out” stretched way into the night hours. It was grand, but it was also our time to hit the sack. But naturally, booze makes you ravenous, so we tried to make ourselves a sandwich before we start catching some z’s. Since it was dark we couldn’t see shit, while our flashlights rested in the deepest corners of our backpacks. HURRAY US! Cheese and baloney rained on the ground, while bread held for its dear life. Indubitably, we ate everything since we didn’t have any other food. As I was, the early bird, the first one to open my eyes, I couldn’t help but notice that there’s a “sleeping” bird in front of me. I though I was dreaming. When I put myself in a vertical position, I saw more “sleeping” birds. To make things even better, there were horse droppings keeping them company. An odd interior design choice, I think to myself, still in the state of trance. So much about poetry. And then I realized the girl that shares my name is still in the land of dreams and I tried to imagine her face when she opens her eyes. HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! And I wait… When it happened, I was really not sorry to spend the night there, since her face made me grin like an ass. I mean, I’m here for the adventures that make great memories, right? Sure, you can call us professional amateurs. Why? Because we managed to lay our groundsheet around the cemetery, not on it. Mad skills, yo! I do not want to know how much shit I literally ate yesterday for dinner. @_@ Well, We still drank our coffee in the good company of dead birds and scuttled away to new adventures.