Hippie Hot Springs – Part 3

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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 3

Michelle parked the car in a small parking area, and I followed as she navigated us through a path. I assumed that we were going for a hike and that maybe she wanted to “experience” seeing a rare bird or something. But after walking for fifteen minutes, the path opened up to a hot spring full of naked people! While taking off her tee shirt Michelle turned to me and said, “My next “experience” is to get naked in public.”

My sister stripped and stepped into the steaming water. There were maybe 20 people in and around the hot spring, and I was the only one with clothes on. This made me uncomfortable, but there was no way I was going to get naked. I sat on a rock, pulled a folded piece of wrapping paper and scissors out of my backpack, and focused intently as I cut flowers out of the paper for a decoupage project I was working on.

An old, markedly wrinkled man came over to me and tried to strike up a conversation. I mumbled a word or two back to him while keeping my eyes glued to my paper and he eventually walked away. I sat there cutting for what, due to how uncomfortable I was, felt like an eternity. When Michelle was ready to go, I raced back to the car.

My sister, however; had stopped to talk to a man standing by a large hippie-looking bus. While I waited by the car, I stared at the VW bus painted with colorful peace signs and flowers thinking how silly and dated it looked for the 1990’s.

I was anxious to get on the road, but my sister continued chatting away. While I waited, I decided to update my ex-husband with my expected arrival date. Josh didn’t have a phone, so my only way of getting in touch with him was to call his mom and hope that he was at her house. I dialed the number and Josh’s mom, Suzie, promptly answered. I hesitated before saying anything because I wasn’t sure what to call her. It didn’t feel right calling her Mom Baker since I wouldn’t be part of the Baker family for much longer. Calling her Suzie felt even more uncomfortable, however; so I tentatively said, “Um, hi Mom Baker is Josh around?”

“Oh hi Celeste,” Suzie said in a cheerful voice that assured me that she still didn’t hold anything against me because Josh and I were divorcing. “Josh isn’t here, but he thought you would call and asked me to give you a message.”

“What is it?”

“He got a new job and he’s leaving for Ohio in two days for a 2-week training program.”

My heart sank at these words, and just to be sure I got it right I asked, “He’s not going to be there when I arrive?”

“No, he won’t. He told me that he didn’t think you would understand, and that you might get upset.”

I was in shock! He’d known for over a month that I was driving from California to Iowa to sign the papers next week. I’m already days into my drive and he has his mom tell me that he won’t be there when I arrive. He could have at least let me know before I got on the road. I was not composed AT ALL, but I managed to mumble, “Thanks for letting me know,” before I hung up the phone.

He thought I’d be upset by this – damn right I’m upset! How could he do this to me? What was I going to do now? The only reason I was driving to Iowa was to get divorced. Should we just turn around and go home? But then I’d only have to go to Iowa another time. It would be easier to get this behind me. Besides, I was broke. It would cost more money to make a second trip.

Then I thought, he’s not leaving for two days, we can get there before he leaves. It will be a challenge, we’d have to stop our leisurely pace and drive late into the night, but we can do it. I know we can. After thinking about it for a moment, I knew that I had to do it. Josh had already screwed me over plenty and I wasn’t going to let him get away with this. I was going to get to Iowa before he left, damn it!

That’s the end of part 3!! Come back tomorrow for and see where this goes.

Photo courtesy of Cruise Art.

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About celestedimilla

Hey there. I’m Celeste, California girl, writer, psychotherapist and burgeoning plant-based foodie.
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19 Responses to Hippie Hot Springs – Part 3

  1. Anna says:

    Love to remember the night you shared the story with us. Thanks for letting us read it again, and hope your vacation gives you more ideas.

    • Haha – that was a fun night! Thanks for your support Anna. And thanks so much for taking care of Mambo on Saturday. We hate to ask you again, but my brother got a job and has to leave early that day. We owe you BIG!!!

  2. Flo says:

    Great story…can’t wait to hear how it turns out!

  3. Lovely and I was wondering about your whereabouts since you vanished :))

  4. sophiazerg says:

    This has been a great read! 🙂

  5. It just gets better! I’m rooting for you, Celeste!!

  6. Mike Lince says:

    I love the serial episodes as they appear. I’m hooked!

  7. ok, you got me going now. I sure hope you made it in time.

  8. Sophie33 says:

    Poor you, dear Celeste! I hope you made it in time!😉

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