When your cast away on an island (psychologically) you hold tight onto the smallest of things but they hold such huge importance and personal belonging, especially when everything you had in the world has gone. During the difficult months of the summer when when i left with just a few things in a backpack, I found myself over reacting to the loss of the smallest possessions.
I left the UK with 500 euros and a small collection of clothing that i thought would see me ok until i could afford to buy more: It consisted of mainly an olive peaked beanie that i used to where when snowboarding, 5 tee shirts (2 vans, 2 Bite and the black O,neil Tahiti comp surf tee - which is incidently becoming my new favourite but it has a lot to live up to), 1 black Adidas tracksuit bottoms, a pair of jeans, a lifa thermal top for training, 2 hoodies (1 Black BITE one -my FAV! which i had made for my business in Turkey and a nice blue Vans one), a pair of Oneil board shorts that didnt fit as i had lost so much weight in 2010, a Cahart Camo jkt and black Gillet to keep me warm at night. My favorite items were my Ignite beanie and my green Vans tee shirt, nearly lost the beanie in a hellish day in Barcelona running late to meet the girl when it fell out my back pocket as i ran across the road and i went back for it, as i new i needed it physically for the cold nights on the ground and mentally as it was important to me then.
Going back for it and retracing my steps to where i found it probably cost me more than i realized at the time as she had gone, thinking i was not turning up and more than that; thinking I didn't keep my promises. My mobile phone did not charge properly that day of all days and I was sitting 100m from her at a place with the same name but at the Tram station instead of the Metro station! I had little room in my head for such small details that shit day in Barcelona and I paid the price. I eventually lost the beanie and in Siurana, but by then it didn't seem to matter as much, nothing seemed to matter by then.
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I managed to lose and retrieve the tee in escocia with the help of the fungarth (my friend) as he saw how much it meant for me not to lose what i had chosen to take as my belongings and he got it posted up to his house back with me where it belonged, because it was mine, my favorite green Vans tee :-)
sometimes i feel like a stray dog running from the wolves that took everything and sometimes when i'm climbing with the great people like feliz chica, i feel so optimistic about my future and pushing hard again into life's awesome adventure.
The fungarth's kindness is dumbfounding to me.., how can one person be so kind and help so much...Te debo mi vida a mi amigo leal bueno... my knee doesn't seem to hurt, which is nice... but i'm sure the pain is in the post and just masked by the happy pills!
Spain gets closer.
