Two is one too many
I have been alone since I got here, and the only people I've talked to are waiters. So yesterday, the Hotel bar - crew invited me to go party with them and I was stupid enough to think that they would actually take me to a fun place with Greek people, but no, they took me to a Scandinavian bar, filled with Swedes, Danes etc. AND they had brought another girl travelling alone and I had to sit a whole evening talking to her, and it was a drag.. She was 18 years old and she actually could not stop talking about herself, and her life, and after two hours I knew everything about everyone in her life... I know how she spends Easter and Christmas, that her parents are obsessed with old cars that her friend has two boyfriends and two completely seperate lives with them, and yet she is pregnant with a third guy, apparently a "negro" as she so nicely put it, and it will be disastor once the baby pops out because it will be black... AND SO ON... My God, I wanted to sink though the ground. She will probably come knocking on this door any minute now because she made me give her my room number so that we can "hang out"! I do not wanna spend my last days with her...
Anyway, tomorrow is the last whole day here and I feel scared to go home again, I have finally found peace in my mind, and I'm so scared that once I go back to Sweden I will loose it and go back to my old confused self! Then this whole soul searching trip will have been for nothing..
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