Friday, August 2, 2013

I want crazy.

Honestly,

I already typed out a full version of my trip and had to stop myself. I can't begin to describe how amazing Alberta really is. But, a good part of me doesn't want to ruin it for you. I strongly suggest you get out west as soon as you can. It's all worth it. Every penny ! I also advise you to go the hostel route if you plan on visiting the great AB. And I'm not being biased because my cousin works at the HI- Lake Louise Hostel. You honestly, will love it.


I did a lot considering I was traveling with family, two young kids, a dog ( at times), cousins, a wife, an aunt, and long road trips. It was at times a little stressful but no experience is like the movies. And that's ok. It also didn't matter because I was having an amazing time no matter what the circumstance was. We didn't get to to do it all. But it's impossible. You literally need to take at least a month off to do as much of it as you can. Even my cousin says that he never runs out of things he could do. And he lives/ works there. Everyday was a challenge but rewarding, fun, exciting, and relaxing. I took everything we did and made the best of it. I went to bed with a smile and woke up early to start the day with a smile.


Being my outgoing, bubbly, energetic, fun, live for the moment self. Naturally, I met some awesome people. Every night at the hostel they put on a social activity. For an example, one night is bonfire night, another pool night, and another movie night etc. These activities are designed for people to make connections with others whom are from all over the world. And also make friends or hiking partners. Some people come to the hostel alone, some in groups, and even some in wedding parties. And if I'm being honest, I wanted to hang out with peers around my age, since all day I'm with my family. I like being independent and well...I needed a break at times.

So I went to a bonfire, almost every night before it was time to leave. So maybe like 3 times that week. Out of these three times. One person remained consistent. He's french. 28 years old. From Quebec/ Vermont area. He met up with some other french hikers in a group and like me wanted to find people his age. He was with an older group and they called him the master chef. Apparently he's a good cook.

I'm going to call him Brooks. And not because of the bachelorette. Just because if he reads this one day, or I read this to him one day. I only want him to know this part is about him. But because I'll never know if he ever does. The rest of you will know him as Brooks. And I can now write freely about him.

Brooks,

For someone who is fluent in french, but understands english and can kind of keep an english conversation going. That in its self is awesome.

You made me laugh, you teased me, you smiled at me, you just have this way of bringing the old me back which I thought I didn't want to happen. However, when you do it. When you make me blush, vulnerable, desperate to find you on my last day there, anxious, excited, not wanting to give up; it's an amazing feeling. I wasn't looking for a last minute kiss. I really just wanted to climb some mountains. But then you happen. You with your sexy body, glasses, smile, hands, lips, chest, and I just...can't stop thinking about...that night.

I was in the mood to drink some cheap beer. You walked off to the beer store and I walked to my room to change into comfy clothes. We met at the fire and also met a girl from Switzerland. You and I and her drank all your stellas. Then it was time to put out the fire. By this time, you have already touched my face, made me blush, told me how cute I am, and I don't think I've laughed that much until that night. We listened to songs  and I sang (drunkenly). We went into the hostel kitchen and drank the last two beers. Talked, listened to more music, and then Switzerland girl announced she was going to bed. However, when you went to the washroom. I asked her if she thought you liked me. And she said you did. That you are cute/ good for me. And I agreed, obviously.


You sat back down, we said goodnight to Switzerland. And I turned my body next to you. I anticipated you would eventually kiss me. I wanted you too. I didn't want our night to end. I didn't want to go to bed without knowing what it would be like to kiss you.

You touched my face, caressing my jaw with your thumb.

"You're very cute when you do this..." I wasn't sure what I did. I didn't really care. I just knew what I wanted to happen...was going to happen. You leaned in and kissed me. I felt your beard. But i didn't care. I kissed you back and couldnt stop. I didn't care if there was a random girl at the next table typing on her computer. I then said something like this:

"I want to cuddle." I blurted out.

"Yes, just sleep. "I gave you a look which made you laugh. "Not sex." you and I laughed. I blushed a little. I already thought about what that  could be like, but you are a gentlemen. And genuinely tired.

We walked to your room and couldnt keep our hands off of each other. You then told me you are sharing a room with three other dudes. I giggled and so did you. I put my lighter ( for the fire), phone ( which was dieing so i shut it off), and room key on the window ledge. By that time you were stripped down. I just assumed boxers. I had so many layers on, but I got into bed. I guess I wanted to see how long it would take for me to get down to sports bra. It didn't take too long. Especially when you are so affectionate, gentle, sweet, and cuddly. It also got kinda hot so I had to take layers off.

When I laid there for a moment. You were kissing my back and so close to my body. You had your arms around me, thumb was curiously tracing my sports bra, and I could feel your eyes on me. I turned around. I wasn't as curious but we were only rubbing, kissing, whispering, giggling at the sounds his room mates made. And just enjoying our time, laying there, smiling, grinning, wanting to sleep, but obviously there was a spark. I know how hard it was for you to sleep beside me. I couldn't fall asleep. I was also worried my aunt would wake up and wonder where I was. I kissed you goodnight and told you to wake me up in the morning.


Well you didn't. Which was fine. But I freaking thought about when I was going to see you again all day and all night. It was my last night there. I was around the bonfire and I was always on the look out for you. I wasn't mad or annoyed. I was having a great time talking, joking, meeting new people, and even a wedding party from Ontario. A german dude taught me how to open a beer. It was pretty sweet. But he wasn't you and had a girlfriend.

I went to sleep, woke up and that day went to Yoho field. Came back. I walked around pretending not to look for you but I was. I even left a note for you with the awesome front desk girl. And before I gave up completely. I checked the kitchen one more time. I recognized two of your hiking partners. I asked her where you were and she said the washroom. I got butterflies. I could get your facebook and number! I could keep in contact! I could....kiss you again?

We chit chatted for a little, no one was really around, and I knew how silly I looked. I looked crazy. I already like you at this point. I already thought about visiting you. I already tried but failed at stalking you on facebook. And now here you are. After the last minute searching. I didn't want to say goodbye. I blurted out things like:

"I thought about you all day."

I mumbled and was sweaty. And you were so calm and collected. It worried me then that what we had was a one time thing. Then I told you I was leaving to go home to ontario soon. You're face fell a little. And then I knew. It wasn't just a one time thing. And I know that when you go away, meet people, and be intimate with a person. There is a great chance that their attitude is that it was only a one night thing and nothing will ever come from it. That it's no big deal. To forget about it because you'd be crazy wanting to drive 8 or more hours to see someone you kissed once.

But you are different. I'm curious about you. I'm interested to know what would have happened if I stayed one more night and you got a private room. Well I know. We all know. You know. We wouldn't be sleeping. hahaha. And then you'd make me crepes or french toast in the morning.

By the way you still owe me.


So I texted you, added you on facebook, and had a huge smile knowing that I got everything a girl could get out of my trip. I caught up on big brother on the plane home. Couldn't get a wink of sleep in because my body is still on western time. I knew I was going to write about you in my blog. You were an unexpected surprise. You made miss home and miss alberta at the same time. You made me wonder.  You made me or well i guess I did. Analyze, like we girls do. You made me feel. Alive. 22.

I woke up this morning from a text from you.

And now all i want is crazy.

P.S. I'm not done with you Alberta. Next year? I got a mini job promotion but it will go along way.

Brooks,
beaseame.