Day 300 - Travel Day 4 - Sadness and hunger

We spent the last day with dad and I always get a little teary when I have to leave a loved one, but it was a great visit and he was in great spirits, so until next time...

But during the quiet times T2 and I walked, the last time we were in Bellingham we walked along this path that went along the bay, flat and easy, with the ending point being a latte in this very cute little coffee shop.  It was quite a walk for me, and I was very proud the first time I came huffing in and collapsed on the bed.  This time we went for our walk, and we got to the coffee shop, and I looked at T2 and she looked at me and we said like the bobsy twins, I thought it was further out.  So we decided to get the coffee on the way back, and off we went to explore further down the path.  As we were walking along this beautiful old woman comes panting up to us and asks if we know where the coffee shop is.  We tell her it is quite near and  she tells us that she has walked from Fairhaven all the way to the end and couldn't find it.  So  we explained to her that she passed it and she should look for a building that doesn't say bathroom on it and there it will be.  She smiled brightly and said I hope I make it.  We didn't see any dead bodies on the way back so I am sure she did, but that was my mantra last time we did the walk - I hope I can make it back.

So as we are walking and walking T2 explains to me (gently) that however far out we walk we must go back. I start to laugh because those are the exact same words I tell my friends who walk with me and I think that they are walking to far and I am not always sure that they will make it back.  You always feel good for the first four miles it is the second four miles that kills you - ya know.

But I have been regularly walking 4-6 miles, so the walk was a cake walk, which I have to say I craved desperately.  They were having a street fair or some such thing and all I wanted was to stuff my face with pizza and cake.  T2 bought some raspberries and offered them to me, but I was deep in a frenzy for cake that I told her I hated raspberries, in fact I hated all berries and all that would satisfy my craving was a big piece of cake.  I threw a bit of a tantrum, and instead of consoling me she said alright lets go back.  Go Back?  Yikes I didn't get anything to eat, and she was going to go back without me getting something to eat I was horrified.  So I ran to the first fruit vendor and bought a bag of cherries and started to devour them like I had been starving for the last  5 months.  All  during this rampage T2 blithely ignored me and continued enjoying the walk.

When I had my fill of the cherries I asked her if she would carry them because I didn't want to continue to eat them, and she said no.  So suddenly I was stuck with this dilemma - I had already eaten too many so I was hurting a little, but they tasted really good, so could I stop eating them or not.    My first thought was just to finish the bag so I wouldn't have to carry it for another two miles, or save it to eat another day.   Saving won out as I am sure T2 knew it would, but it wasn't easy.  It definitely stopped my cake craving.

And so we ended the day with a nice quiet meal and then off to bed - Another perfect travel day.