Oasis – part II: The meaning

Oasis – part II: The meaning

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WAIT! This is the second part of Michele’s adventure.
Have you read the first?

Alright, then.

We moved from Lanzarote to La Graciosa, an island that is so small that there’s just one road. You can only move on foot or by mountain bike.

We rent two mountain bikes.

A beautiful motivator

It was midday. We didn’t need any map. We had to follow the dirt road we saw in front of us. There were no trees. The wind blew so hard. It wasn’t pleasant. I’ve got to be honest: I was a little scared. I thought I couldn’t make it. The journey was long. She encouraged me. She always does.

Riding in the desert isn’t as funny as you can imagine. I mean: it is cool to tell, it really is. “Buddy, I rode in the freakin’ desert. Naaah, it was easy. I swear!”

But it’s not.

Well, I’m not the most athletic guy in the world. I have to admit it. I could only see her beautiful back during all the journey. I never passed her. She’s faster.

Ocean Landscape

Playa de las Conchas

We rode for an hour and a half to get to the place we were looking for.

Playa de las Conchas is a really small beach. It’s pristine. No fucking cement. No fucking shore. No fucking beach umbrellas – but I needed one, to be honest. Now I’m violet. I swear. Damn.

White beach. Clear water. Ocean Almighty!

From Playa de las Conchas it is possible to see another island. Panorama is breathtaking.

The meaning

We rode back to the little harbor. We took a boat that led us back to Lanzarote. A wave almost reversed the boat. Jesus Christ, I love the ocean.

We could not go out tonight. We are tired as fuck. We’re drinking a bottle of Malvasia Vulcanica.

There’s peace. There’s love.

There’s the meaning of our journey. There’s the meaning of our lives.

From my skin’s logbook:
Lanzarote, 27/07/2019


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