For anyone who does not know what I mean when I give my blog the title "Roxy and the Art of Losing Oneself", PLEASE, let me explain by giving a classic example. Today.
Today, I opted to go to school using the extremely convenient "Valenbisi", which is a city-wide bike rental system. There are multiple "bike stations" around the city, where one will find about 20 bikes locked into metal poles, and one big pole where you swipe your membership card and unlock a bike. You then have 30 minutes to use the bike before putting it back at any other station, or you get charged the colossal amount of 50 cents. And no one wants that, because that's 50 cents towards a new pair of earrings, or towards a trip to Paris, or towards a paella (who knows). Anyways, having done the trip up to my university with my friend in 15 minutes, I figured 30 minutes doing the EXACT SAME TRIP backwards would be plenty.
Well. This is where my incredible talent of losing myself comes in.
Not only did I do the path about three times in a circle, but i finally decided after 26 minutes to ask a random guy how to get to my street, to which he answered by pointing in a general direction and telling me to ask again. So, I followed his index finger and crossed a few streets, took a turn that smelled good, thought I had reached Africa, and found myself...yes, on my street. Safely on my street.
And that is my art. I can lose myself for 34 minutes (and make myself 50 cents poorer), but always end up 10 feet from my house.
(On a positive financial note, I sold back books that my Dona had left-over from other exchange students and got 18 Euros. Paris, here I come!!)
Each day, a new story...
Besos,
Roxy
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