"You got to get yourself together man you're stuck in a moment and you can't get out of it." U2
Have you ever had one of those moments? One that sends you down a spiral staircase for days and you enter in and out of bliss with the remembrance but pain of knowing that it will never come again.
It was April 2012, my second year, at the infamous snail party in Lleida, Spain. The second afternoon, there we were, Jordi, Maria, Albert, Marta, Eli and Jose and their two littles and my partner, Andres, walking through the carnival. Salty, buttery octopus stunk up the air and a rainbow of balloons floated at eye level making me feel as if I was in a scene from the Little Mermaid. We were slightly buzzed post lunch, a vermouth to start, followed by wine, and a digestive of Orujas and with beers in hand, we felt like we owned the place, like a group of 1970s twenty-somethings staking their territory.
After a 10 minute walk through the carnival, we put down our beer cans and decided firmly upon our ride of choice. The bull ring, which consisted of 5 bulls or so that shaked, rattled and rolled and then a floor that also shaked back and forth. And so, us four couples sat down, one per bull, we climbed aboard, straddling and giggling, the girls holding onto the bull horns in the front. The boys arms wrapped around our waists. And then came the music and the movement, and buckets of laughter.
Have you ever had one of those moments? One that sends you down a spiral staircase for days and you enter in and out of bliss with the remembrance but pain of knowing that it will never come again.
It was April 2012, my second year, at the infamous snail party in Lleida, Spain. The second afternoon, there we were, Jordi, Maria, Albert, Marta, Eli and Jose and their two littles and my partner, Andres, walking through the carnival. Salty, buttery octopus stunk up the air and a rainbow of balloons floated at eye level making me feel as if I was in a scene from the Little Mermaid. We were slightly buzzed post lunch, a vermouth to start, followed by wine, and a digestive of Orujas and with beers in hand, we felt like we owned the place, like a group of 1970s twenty-somethings staking their territory.
After a 10 minute walk through the carnival, we put down our beer cans and decided firmly upon our ride of choice. The bull ring, which consisted of 5 bulls or so that shaked, rattled and rolled and then a floor that also shaked back and forth. And so, us four couples sat down, one per bull, we climbed aboard, straddling and giggling, the girls holding onto the bull horns in the front. The boys arms wrapped around our waists. And then came the music and the movement, and buckets of laughter.
As the bulls bucked up and down and left and right, one by one we went flying off laughing so hard my stomach shook and my face hurt from smiling. As we stood up, the ground shaking like an earthquake, we tried to jump back on the bulls. Bam! They would buck us off again even before we had saddled up. When I got off the ride, my legs felt like jelly and I couldn't stop smiling and with sweet surprised splendour. I felt like I had been injected with a shot of seratonin and each time I think of that moment, my eyes shine, cheeks warm and I get a little grin and have a sweet, long, luscious laugh.
#TWTblog #SOL18 #Sliceoflife 
Any memory involving belly laughing is a good one to hold on to and return when needed. It was fun to read.
ReplyDeleteWow. Riding bulls? Hard to even imagine, but now I can with your wonderful piece of writing.
ReplyDeleteKevin
It made me smile just to read this because your joy just seeped through!
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