Me and my marry band of travellers have been camping out on an orchard next to the little shack with running water and lots of cats. Mostly, after the hot days of barely making any money picking we all pile in the van and head to town, for wifi and iced coffees. Sitting in a cafe called "Medici's" I stare aimlessly at Facebook waiting for something to happen, nothing does… and try to catch up on emails and such. Anthony sits at his netbook and sighs at the screen…. I often stare at him and wonder what it is he's reading that makes him hum and ha and sigh…. could it be news from home? His mother? or his "kind of" girlfriend? haha. Maybe its just the expensive bus ticket. oh well. I sometimes regret not talking with him more, I ramble on like a crazy when I get going. I don't talk about normal things… so sometimes its lost in translation… and its stopped me from getting to know him better. Its stupid really. When the four of us get back to the camp, we sit around and watch the cats play, chat a little, drink the left over wine, listen to music. One of the nights while sitting around the kittens, a coldplay song came on, warning sign.. and his voice melodically rang out…. " well the truth is, I miss you…. " and Becca asked us all who we missed. I said Marc. She must have sensed there was someone else. Because she asked, "anyone else?" "And I said, yeah…. my little sister" We've gotten close, and there isn't a moment that goes by that I didn't wish she was here with me. Anthony had said that maybe there was someone that he missed… He said his "kind of" girlfriend… haha. And explained that although they had been together for four years, they were very free. And that he had been gone for months, and that is why she was a kind of girlfriend. ahh.. everyone misses someone. Becca and Jenn each had someone they missed back home too. We had decided to have a movie night in the shack so I plugged in the laptop and we all laid our beds out side by side on the floor. The wine had done me in and I was asleep for good portions of the movie. (Into The Wild) But by the time the movie had ended, the wine had wore off and I wasn't as tired, but, everyone together was so cozy and better then in my van alone, haha. I had squished Anthony up against the wall and his backpacks but I didn't mind, he may have minded but its okay because I soon got up and left to my van because I couldn't sleep anyways.
The next day, after picking we sat around and Becca started dreaming up this place that would be a secret hippy spot in the forest. It would be a place with tree houses and a library, flower gardens, vegetable and herb gardens. Everyone could contribute something different. But it would be secret, and only passed on to those who belong there. I said I would like to build a sweat lodge. and a clay oven, for baking bread and other goods. Anthony will help build the tree houses, 'cause he's an architect :) I think this place could be magical, sorta like in that movie, "The Beach". We had planned to go to the Island and find a secret place :) I hope we do!
Tomorrow, I embark on the rest of my journey alone. I will move on to the next town and look for more work. I dropped Anthony off at the greyhound early this morning and the girls in town later that day and they grabbed their backpacks and will hitch until they reach calgary. It will be lonely, but some much needed rest and quietness is due. I will focus on getting over this sickness, whatever else I figure out to do during my afternoons off.
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