Fingers gone numb and mind so miserable like almost never before; never cried on the road, this time was making a great effort not to be a sissy. Everything always ends up fine, somebody always stops, picks one up and turns the heating on. I knew that was going to happen, just was very sorry for my hands, once - I thought - beautiful. And then somebody stopped.
10 miles further - what about that? Please, and if you know a better spot to hitchhike... Rarely happens, but that spot appeared to be better. Justina was still getting herself a cup of coffee when I hopelessly asked one hip looking boy if he was heading anywhere east. Sure, he said. And invited us to a music festival in Nebraska.
Instead of going straight to Pennsylvania for my birthday we ended up staying in the Love festival for a couple of nights, in an old school bus the guys bought on the way (and then having a birthday party in a Grayhound bus station in Chicago). We finally got to see the original Grateful Dead t-shirts with the Lithuanian basketball team!
My birthday party
Best party ever! This one was the most memorable as far as I remember! Plenty of all sorts of people (it's so surprising how that girl makes friends so easily!), food, activities, space... Can't wait for another one next year, maybe in Greyhound Omaha!
ReplyDeleteCongratulations, looks...exciting.
ReplyDeleteGreat memories. These are the memories you look back on oneday and laugh (or finally cry). Strong girls, go gently.