“Home, home again. I like to be here when I can.
When I come home cold and tired. Its good to warm my
bones besides the fire.” - Pink Floyd-“Us and them”
We stumbled out of the darkness and through the warm glow of James’ home. Drunk from driving and fatigued from foreign lands, we closed the green door of adventure behind us. The world around us slept; or tried. Under the warm light of friendship, wine was drunk in measure and cheese was sliced in slabs. Like the empty bottles before us and the crumblings of unclaimed morsels, mere hours remained with our vacation.
With two weeks, tires and teamwork we conquered 8 countries. In the dismissive slap of wind blown rain we ran our warm hands on the cold concrete of Normandy’s Nazi defense. In Paris we drank like drunkards in the cobblestone alleyways to the infectious tune of laughter. And on the Rhein we dined, under the weight of a mighty castle.
I had met Barry in Africa, James in Europe and Mike in America. Three friends, three continents. Like precious things one collects in far off lands, they now shared the same treasure room together of my lustful longing for leaving. We had all waxed fat on adventure and grown gluttonous on good company. Our wallets now thin, it was time to return to routine, time to wake up to work. But there was talk of more. And conversation- like water; and ideas- like seeds were liberally strewn on the fertile soil of friendship.
Perhaps there would be a sequel........
The End
All blogs written and photographed by Garrett Fulton
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Number 34 Lower Street. The adventures beginning and end.
