I’m on vacation, so I won’t be able to blog this week. Instead of leaving my blog empty, I’ve decided to share a fun journal entry I wrote during my vegan transition. It’s too long for a blog post, so I’ve broken it into short pieces.
Hippie Hot Springs – Part 2
Despite how Dianne’s comment made me feel, I realize that my sister and I are opposites and that most people would consider her the “fun” one. This became clear to me when my marriage was crumbling and I moved from Iowa back home to California. I’m older than my sister, so she was still a kid when I moved away. And because I didn’t have the money to visit my family when I first got married, I went a long time without seeing her.
I did a double take the first time I saw my sister when I returned home. The sweet quiet girl I remembered was replaced by a pierced, tattooed, grunge attired young woman. And when we went out to dinner to reconnect, the first thing she said to me was, “I’ve slept with women.”
I realized more fully how different we were when we drove across country together. The trip was partially a vacation and partially to get me to Iowa so that I could finalize my divorce. Our plan was to take a leisurely drive up the California coast to Washington and then to head east toward Iowa.
On the first day of our trip, Michelle told me that there were a lot of things she wanted to “experience” on this vacation.
“Like what?” I asked.
“Well, for one, I want to see what it feels like to be hungry.”
“Don’t you get hungry everyday?”
“What I mean is that I want to experience hunger without giving into the temptation to eat.”
“So you want to fast?”
“Yea, I guess you can call it that. I’m not going to eat for the next three days. Do you want to do it with me?”
I figured it would be a good way to lose weight, and I wanted to get skinny so that I’d look hot when I saw Josh. I wanted him to feel sorry that he let me go. So I said, “Sure, why not.”
The first three days of our trip were awesome! We swam in the ocean, went for long hikes lush wooded trails, and walked around funky little beach towns. I was having so much fun that I hardly noticed we weren’t eating. I was even distracted from thinking about my divorce.
On day four, however; things changed. We were driving along the Oregon coast and my sister suddenly announced, “This is it!”
“This is what?”
“The place where I’m going to have my next experience.”
“What experience is that?”
That’s the end of part 2, so you’ll have to check in tomorrow if you want to know what my sis wanted to “experience.”
Photo courtesy of Cruise Art.