Whenever you experience a surprise event… Ask yourself a few questions:
What is happening?
What must I do?
As I neared Mozart Street, (near Beethoven Street) I wondered what it would be like to stay at my next host’s home. I have been staying in many charming homes with gardens and style. As I entered my new environment, I realized that this set up was very different than my previous accommodations. It was a bit of a maze to navigate the living room and find a clear spot. The eclectic disorder was challenging, but my host was easy. The lack of tidiness did
not concern him. He even offered me a used, wet towel… In case I wanted to take a shower. I would sleep on the couch, and he would sleep in the kitchen…a bit crazy, I thought. Despite the uncomfortable set-up, he was gracious to extend
hospitality, and I was determined to make it work and accept this experience as part of my journey. That evening, we would be attending a birthday party together. Why not? It might be a nice experience to see how other cultures celebrate. We would ride a bike in the big city, and then take an old car to a garden in the country.
My bike was designed for someone at least 7 foot tall. The bike seat was rusted in place in the highest position. The man tried his best to make an adjustment but after some time, I said I would attempt to ride the bike using my tippy
toes to reach the pedals.
I was very, very tired. My long days and short nights were catching up with me. Despite my sleepiness, my eyes were wide open at the free-style party. There were so many things to take in. I felt like I was watching a movie unfold, but who were these characters in the drama? What are they doing?
The guests were pleasant and well acquainted with each
other. (My host said that most of the guests knew each other, because they regularly sunbathed nude together at the sea.) On a blanket, there was a circle of five or six individuals laying down. Each one caressing the person to the right.
The food was served picnic-style outside and was quite healthy. As the night progressed, the birthday man brought out his guitar. The next thing I know I am sitting around a campfire with the freestyle hippies singing “Swing
Low, Sweet Chariot.”
What did I learn?
Peace and love are powerful. I will not forget this profound gathering of people who truly care about each other and are open to express it and be themselves.
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