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My Journey pt. 8
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My Journey pt. 8 As we were leaving, I snapped a picture of Mount Shasta that showed all of its beauty and spirituality. I wish I knew where it was so I could add it to this post. The hotel and coffee shop were only minutes from the highway, so we were back on course soon after our meal. We both agreed that we would make an effort to cover the maximum amount of mileage during this next span of driving. Thats exactly what we did. We drove...and drove...and drove some more. It seemed like we were driving forever. In actuality, it was around 9 hours. All I remember about this period is driving and going through some beautiful, natural areas of our world. We stopped here and there for bathroom breaks and for food/beverages, but we drove the majority of those 9 hours. (9 hours is also the longest time I have been in a moving vehicle without a significant break) So by the time we neared San Francisco later that night, I was more than ready to be out of that car. As we got close to the city, we discussed what our plan would be for the night. Dinner, drinks, walking the city were all discussed. I made it clear that I needed to get into a room, relax and take a shower, then I would probably be down for whatever. Nymph let it be known that she didnt want to pay for an overpriced downtown hotel room. I could endure being in the car a while longer to cross The Golden Gate Bridge. Even though I have a bit of a phobia about bridges and large bodies of water, there was no way I wouldnt take the chance to experience it. We did go over the bridge and back to the side we started on. It was a very cool experience. The fact that it was night added something to the experience. We were both mentally worn out from all the driving. That fact is very evident looking back now, but not so much at the time. After we did the bridge, I was absolutely! ready to get out of that car. I calmly reminded nymph of that. She reminded me that she didnt want to overpay for a downtown room. Her suggestion was that we head out towards L.A. and stay in a hotel that we passed on the way. I told her that I would be really disappointed if I was in San Fran and didnt get to experience more of it. Plus, I HAD TO GET OUT OF THE CAR! I didnt say it like that, but thats how I wanted to say it. I asked if we could stop in any of the seemingly 100's hotels that were around in the city to check rates. She didnt want to park on the streets while one of us ran in. Sigh. Ok so I suggested we call or priceline or any of those to get a room. She agreed to that and I made the call. I asked the lady on the phone for rate on a room in the area. She asked if we had a preference. I had none, I just needed out. I relayed the question to my mate. She asked about hotels at the corner of blank and blank. I relay it to the lady. The lady replies. I relay the answer to nymph. Nymph asked me about the corner of blank and blank. I handed her the phone and told her that I couldnt do the relaying anymore. I asked if she would just pull over and talk to the woman. She seemed to be (and expressed, I think) afraid to pull over in the city. We ended up hanging up with the hotel lady and continuing to drive. Now all the calmness has left my body. I wasnt angry. I just felt like I was being smothered to near death by being in that car and she wasnt getting that. We pulled over at a gas station. She said something else about continuing to drive and I looked her right in the eyes and yelled 'I have to get out of this car!' I think she was initially startled by me raising my voice (she hadnt heard anything up til this point my normally soft spoken tone) but being startled turned to a look that her feeling were really hurt. I immediately assured her that my yelling wasnt out of anger towards her but it was out of desperation to make her understand how I was feeling. We finished up at the gas station and pulled into the parking lot of a small hotel right in front of us. She offered for us to stay in this place. I knew she didnt want to, but she was offering to make me happy. I saw a Walgreens across the street and remembered that I need some stuff from there. I told her that I would walk over, get what I needed and be out of the car for a bit in the process. If she still wanted to stay there, she could get the room while I walked or wait til I got back. She seemed to be afraid of me leaving her alone. Her feelings also seemed to be still hurt. I didnt go to Walgreens. We didnt stay at that hotel. We headed out of downtown to one of the places we had driven by on the way into the city. As we were driving to a hotel, she ask me, in a sad tone 'what can we do to get back the good vibe we had?' I felt bad for hurting her feelings. I honestly answered 'I will be back to normal the second I step into a hotel room.' I also told her again that I was sorry for yelling and I wasnt angry with her at all. Like I envisioned, I was back to normal as soon as we stepped into our room. It was clean, pretty big, with 2 beds. I said something to her, she didnt respond. I understood and backed off. I went and took a long, relaxing shower. I gave her a hug, she didnt really hug me back. I understood. I needed food and asked if she was hungry. She said she wasnt but that she would order what I wanted. I gave her her space as we waited for the food to come. She was on her computer, I watched tv. The food showed up like 40 minutes later (the time they said it would) but they forgot part of my order. I was all set to just say whatever, nymph made the call for them to bring what they forgot. Eating mozzarella sticks so late only pushed me closer to falling asleep. (I forgot what other not so good for late night eating appetizer I ordered) I offered her some but she declined. At some point, I laid on top of her again and hugged her to try to get her talking again. She said she would be back to normal in a little while longer. I understood and gave her space. I went and laid on the other bed. I was out before I knew it. I woke up and she was still on the computer on the other bed. I asked her if she would come and lay next to me. She told me maybe a little later. I was sleep again. When I woke up the next time, she was eating cheese sticks and doing yoga moves. I wish I could have seen the look on my own face. As crazy as this sounds, I wasnt that shocked by what she was doing. I watched her for a few seconds, then went back to sleep. I woke up one more time. I remember opening my eyes, facing away from the other bed. I knew she wasnt in bed with me. I turned around to see her on her laptop, on VisionPersonals.com. I checked the time and it was now about 5am. I also noticed that I had text from my (then) special friend. It was 9am where she was...a normal texting time for us. I read and responded to the text. I knew I would not go back to sleep and I was a little annoyed that nymph being on the computer probably contributed to me waking up when I did. When she noticed that I was awake, she got really apologetic and said she was on her way to lay down with me. I told her that I needed to go to Walgreens and we could lay when I got back. That response didnt work for her. Even though I told her that I needed to go to the store last night, she was sure that I was going just to get away from her. We ended up getting into a conversation...a long conversation. I really just wanted to get the personal items I needed, but her making my store trip about her made me get real with her. She felt bad about being part of the reason I woke up. She got angry because I didnt let her lay with me to show that she was sorry. To be honest, I didnt want her to lay with me right then. I asked during the night but she wasnt in the mood. Dont be in the mood some 5 hours later, because you feel bad for waking me. Plus, as I told her a few times, there was no need to feel bad about me waking up. Amazingly, we ended up in a 4 to 5 hour conversation. Then it happened...  |
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