12.26.2012 - 12.26.2012
Pitiful attempt yesterday to be serious, to write something about our trip that wasn't about the people we met--because, in the end, we paid for the trek and not for the companionship. And yet. Maybe I'm just hungry for the light-hearted, frivolous company of a group of accidental acquaintances, drunk on the freedom of not having to work, not having any cares except to get from one camp to the other and to keep one's clothes dry. At any rate, I suppose I'll remember the evenings around the dinner table (both silly and mildly serious conversations, Chaz's pig game, broken-Spanish/broken-English pantomiming with Vivi) just as much as the scenery and the Lost City itself.
Yes, I suppose I just needed it, though I never would have guessed it. A part of me is reluctant to let this just be a 4-day friendship, enjoyed for the brief thing it is. I want something to come of it, as I want something to come of my life, as I strive always for a permanence that does not, cannot exist.