on a beautiful thursday, mister benjamin proposed that we walk to the discount store, where we get some of our grocery staples for less than they charge at the big supermarket. the store is about a 5 minute drive, so i figured it'd be about a 45 minute walk and it was really sunny and bright out, so i obliged. we decided it would be a nice way to get in a little fresh air activity plus pick up a couple things we needed from the shop.
we set off walking and are having a good time chatting with each other and picking up on the details of the surroundings that you miss when passing by at 40 kph. we cut through an adorable little neighborhood with ivy covered houses and fruit tree lined yards, and wonder why his basketball team thought it would be better to put us in a new build rather than a quant little cultural place like these. it reminded me of the scene in under the tuscan sun when you see the adorable home she stays in and you just get that feel of what it must be like to really live there. i can't really describe how different this block felt from ours, despite the fact that we had hardly walked a mile to get there.
we get about halfway to the store and kyle, our roommate, drives up. he's headed away from our apartment, yells out the window that he made a wrong turn headed home, makes a left, and keeps driving. benjamin & i look at each other like "ummm shouldn't he be turning around?" he was home when we got back, and we never asked how he managed to get there.
a little further up the road as we're passing the bakery, eboni drives up. she's headed to the discount store, too, and asks if we want a ride. we're about halfway there, and enjoying our trip, so we tell her we'll see her when we get there and she carries on her way. at this point, i'm thinking to myself, how cool is it that we're in a foreign country, thousands of miles from home, and as we walk to the store we're stopped by not one, but two of our friends passing by? it was like we'd been living here for years and people recognized us passing on the street and stopped to see what was going on... except not.
anyway, about 20 minutes later, we get to the store and eboni is just finishing up her trip. apparently our way of doing things wasn't necessarily the time-saver way, but we were enjoying our afternoon so it was fine. we grab the groceries we need: some juice, cereal, soy milk, wine, eggs, chicken... what be it, and head to check out. the cashier rings us up, we pay, and we go to put the groceries in...... the........ car..... that we dont have. apparently the two of us are such dip-shits that we never stopped to ponder the fact that once we got to the store, we would then have to trek the 45 minutes back to the house with whatever groceries we acquired. i was super motivated about lugging this shit back to the house, let me tell you.
fast forward about 25 minutes and we get back to the intersection with the bakery. now benboy wants to stop for bread and pitas.... ummmm are you kidding? k babe, you can add those bags to your load, then.
we get the bread and are back on our way past the various neighborhoods, the trees, the church, etc. things just aren't quite as beautiful and enjoyable when your arms are permanently marked with the lines from grocery bags weighing down on the skin of your elbows and your fingers are numb and red from the handles of the ones you've been carrying over your shoulder like santa's big red toy bag.
we get back to the apartment and ben apologizes for his idiotic suggestion of an afternoon passtime. my answer? "no booboo, that was fun.. i'd definitely do that again!"
please don't make me eat my words...
xox k
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