It’s just beyond me… Part XII

Chapter 5: Travelling

Thirteenth session.-Good afternoon, Doctor, how are we today? I'm quite well as a matter of fact, I remembered a wonderful memory. 

I wasn't always an old and boring woman, you know? The truth is when I was young I was a very interesting person.

Well, I have to say that my passion of travelling began thanks to Clara because my parents were never thrilled by the idea.

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However Clara… Clara has always loved travelling.

The first time I left the country was that summer that we went to Portugal. We were two fools with a map. Clara had just passed her driver's license and she had saved up to buy an old wagonette that at the time seemed to be as good as James Bond's sports car.

 

"Where shall we go?" – Clara smiled driving through the old mountain road.

 

"Where our sense of adventure takes us!" – I laughed, turning up the volume and sticking my hand out of the window in order to feel the gentle mountain breeze.

 

"How about Lisbon?" – She asked as she read the first sign that appeared out of nowhere after several KM.

Forgive me doctor, yes I really liked Lisbon. Yes, I also liked the coast of Portugal. We were travelling and sleeping in the car for weeks, basically until we ran out of money. Yes, it was worth it. Of course… As if… I would have never told my parents that! Although believe me, they were so happy to have me out of the house (I was not the best of teenage daughters…well, I had seven piercings on my right ear and another five… you really do not want to know where) Hahaha people grow up, doctor, and I am the living proof of that.  Although I have to say that I had some of those holes until relatively recently. And it took me a while to stop having green hair and weird hair stiles. When I started my second year at university I realised I looked a bit silly.

As I was saying, the first trip I ever did was with Clara. We had a great time and the odd fright when we ran out of petrol… we had to push the car, which weighed a ton, to the nearest petrol station.We just went with it.

 

Yes, being young is nice, but it's even better when you have the chance to go abroad with your best friend.

I will never forget the sights, the people, the music … those songs that the radio stations constantly repeated and the lyrics of which we knew by heart. We sang those songs in the car and as we toured the towns…

 

We saw everything there was to see on that trip … we lived …

 

Yes …

 

We lived so many things …

 

A lot …

 

Too many…

Sorry doctor… What was I saying? Oh yes, being young is the best thing you can be. I hope you don't waste your youth Doctor, because it would be a real shame that a nice boy like yourself wasted their youth.

Oh, nostalgia… the nostalgic beauty of youth! You don't really appreciate the things you have and how much you will miss them once they're gone until you are an old and decrepit!

 

Don't you laugh, young man… when you have lived as long as I have I'm sure you'll understand what I mean. 

 

Oh well, time to go. Thanks again for listening to the ravings of an old woman.

See you next week.

 

Goodbye!