Journal Entry: May 8th thru May19th?
Girls know it all. . .
We left early in the morning leaving Ronda to head out to Granada. We almost missed the train, because Nate and I forgot to pull money out of the ATM machine, though, we could easily paid with our debt card. Again, anger and silence dominated our ride towards Granada. After having our independent moments of being angry and frsustrated with one another, we agreed that we will take the next train out of Granada to Almería to go back to San José. So much time has passed that we had to remember that we left our main backpacks there at the hostel.
It was good to have a warm welcome back from the hostel staff and they returned our backpacks as how we left them. Though, we weren't truly worried about having our things stolen, we took our essentials, passports, wallets cameras, etc. I forgot how heavy my backpack was. It seemed as though we really didn't have any idea on what we were planning to do next. I think we just wanted to remain in small sleep spanish town along the coast. It was therapy, or more?
Girls know it all. . .
We spent most our time hiking around hills and beaches near by. At night, we would go out to a local Italian restaurant. We met some really cool travelers from all over the world. Imagine meeting complete strangers in this hostel, which was not as flashy, party like envirnoments. It seemed as though these other travelers just wanted to find a place to relax after coming from the hussle of the big cities around Europe or in the world. Even though we were trying to relax and clear our heads, it still didn't stop the Study Abroad American girls to make quick distinction in our group. Particuarly, one night, we did our usual, eating tuna sandwiches, beer and our usual dialogue of Garmisch, our friends and so on. Well this girl just had to interupt and inquiry if any of us read Lord of the Rings. Attila and I said no, but to her luck, Nate stated that he did. She felt necessary to sit at our table and inquiry how we knew one another and how was it possible that we could travel together for so long, etc. Later that night, we went out for some beers. This girl, she somehow wanted to change the topic to zodiac signs. She amazed us with her powers on how she knew that Attila was a Taurus, because of his arrogance and I was a Libra because my insecurities and love and hate feelings I had for the world. But to her convience, Nate was an Aquarius. She was puzzled by the fact that with our diverse backgrounds, age differences and different zodiac signs, how were we able to get along for all this time. She said that she just couldn't see how that would work for her. Attila stopped me, but she just wanted to fuck Nathan plain and simple. They left for the beach to have a romantic evening at the beach. Attila and I spent an un-romantic evening of having more beer.
What is next? I asked the guys and as always no answer. My head hurt from trying to figure out the next plan. I guess there was no need for planning. Things weren't going well. Attila told me that he needed to spend time way by visiting some friends in Granada. Nate was hanging out this Australian guy named Grant and they met some girls whom they convinced spending a night at the beach. Maybe, we all needed some time away from one another. I was lucky to meet a guy from Italy who was traveling alone and we took some days by hiking around Cabo de Gata, the beaches and mountains and checking out some ruins in the area.
I must admit even though I told the guys that maybe we needed to spend time away from one another, I really missed Attila and Nate. My hostel room felt empty and too quiet for me. I sometime worried about my friends and prayed that they were doing well and with good company. Most my days was spent writing e-mails to family and friends back home, taking pictures and meeting new travelers at the hostel. Even our hostel staff became so relaxed with my presence I became in charge of late night arrivals by providing them with room keys, bed linens, towels and taking their money and giving it the hostel manager, Olvado the next day. It felt great having things going in order, in which I wanted. Even meeting new people I couldn't help to mention about my friends, Attila and Nate. It only revealed that I really cared about this guys and honestly, I love them.
Nate came back 3 days later and I wasn't sure if I was ready to have him back. I met some girls from Australia and I hate saying this, but it was good to have some center of attention for a moment. With Nate being around, all the attention will be brought on him, because of his daring handsome beauty. Jealous? Me? Yes, I was jealous of my best friend. How will we make it with this obivious fact that seperate us or better yet, were we going to continue to allow people to make division within our group?
The girls from Australia, known as Bertha control, their musical group name played some cool tunes and we sang songs all night under the dark sky. Their songs reflected about honesty, love and friendship and having control in one's life. I accepted Nate back into our hostel room and we regained our friendship back and agreed to respect each other. We spent the other days exploring around, we found unique trails and other ruins along the forgotten path. Nate and I talked a lot about what we will do next, as we tried to reason out why it would be impossible to regain this same feeling of freedom of travel back home. We perfectly knew that once upon returning home, we will have a very brief moment of fame as we will be able to tell our stories of adventure, the people we met along the way, sharing our pictures, our writing skills, new foreign expressions and words and so on. And once all have been told, we will need to show that we can find a job right away and return to the world or sense of normalcy. Even though, we could fight against the concept, but we will be defeated or go hungry and homeless and isolated from others who can't accept that we will not conform. Dharma Bums part II. Kerouac didn't prepare us for this part in our journey.
The girls from Australia, known as Bertha control, their musical group name played some cool tunes and we sang songs all night under the dark sky. Their songs reflected about honesty, love and friendship and having control in one's life. I accepted Nate back into our hostel room and we regained our friendship back and agreed to respect each other. We spent the other days exploring around, we found unique trails and other ruins along the forgotten path. Nate and I talked a lot about what we will do next, as we tried to reason out why it would be impossible to regain this same feeling of freedom of travel back home. We perfectly knew that once upon returning home, we will have a very brief moment of fame as we will be able to tell our stories of adventure, the people we met along the way, sharing our pictures, our writing skills, new foreign expressions and words and so on. And once all have been told, we will need to show that we can find a job right away and return to the world or sense of normalcy. Even though, we could fight against the concept, but we will be defeated or go hungry and homeless and isolated from others who can't accept that we will not conform. Dharma Bums part II. Kerouac didn't prepare us for this part in our journey.
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