I walked along the city walls, felt the warmth from the Cathedral chimney. I for-filled my own wish to get a mystery book covered in wrapping paper, with a message stating what I am searching, now and maybe still later. I had some cream tea by the window towards the tower and then ended up in the pub where and old man sat next to the open fire. After some much needed steak ale pie, I moved the flowers on the table a bit to the side, I opened the wrapping and found the title inside, Time for a Change, and ones again it came right on time. So I sat there with the book in my hand, sometimes people watching, there were locals coming in, a dog jumping towards me, jokes at the bar and a two men, one old and one young, trying to get the jukebox to play something. The young mans eyes met mine, I looked at him, we both smiled, then he met a girl, so I though never mind, but cute moments like this stay, they build your confidence for each and every day.
Later that evening I returned to this place, live music by locals was playing, and I was there for just one more day. My friend who I was staying with wanted to rest at his house, so I went there by myself wearing my warmest blouse, it was cold outside and I was cozy with a pint, next to the fire place and the first act picking up the mike. After an hour the crowd started joining in, there was a young boy playing, this was his first time they said, I had supported him during my volunteering, seen him play on the street, it felt good to know that he was back on his feet, and that I just happened to be there, that is a coincidence you very seldom see.
So there I was among all these people of so many cultures and age, I got talking with a red haired older drifter and when he went to sing (okay well actually he just screamed) we all sang with him and some helped him up on his feet. I talked to the locals and soon he sat there next to me, that french boy (it turned out) that had smiled back at me. I had got some kind comments about having pretty eyes, from the drunk regular sitting at the bar, and now this young man continued and asking me how come I have come from so far. I laughed, blushed as I tend to do, and before I knew he asked me to dance, out of all songs New York New York was sang by this one man band. And as it seems to be with those french, it got a few steps too corny as the evening came to an end, as the lights went of I went back home to my friend.
The next day I went to the coast, before that I had some breakfast with my lovely host.
I walked the fishermen s narrow streets, I had the softest warm doughnut and a cup of tea as a strolled down the pebble stoned beach. It was sunny and cold, I noticed that I seemed to be the only one there out on my own, for a short moment I felt alone.
I know I write about my time and adventures as a space where to grow, but sometimes I can not help but to question this; for how long can I go ? It is not all that easy as it may seem when I leave those pictures on Instagram for the world to see. It takes strength and a humble heart to let you get where you need to be.
And someday, and you never know when,
that look from a stranger could turn out to be that very dearest friend.
So.., I had some lunch at a cozy cafe, with book reading by the fireplace ones again (p.s. go to Kent !) , I took a few deep breaths and by evening I was back home, I watched a movie with Jude Law and had my left over scone.
This morning I woke up with a cold, did some washing and then I put on some clothes. Little did I know, but my new used jeans, had in addition to some decorative lucky leaves, my name inside them spelled right to a T !. Small strange things can happen, things you least expect, so lets see where my daily adventures take me next.
Get out there, bravely, and stay with you in each and every curve, and with a little bit of that everyday magic who knows where life may turn ?
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