What a hard day to get through. Saying goodbye is easy compared to spending a day with a person you don’t want to leave but know they are only hours away from going. Especially when the tunes you decide to play are a little too fitting in the melancholic connection. I think this morning’s playlist included Dead Virgin, The Birthday Party’s “She’s Hit” and lots of Portishead. I was going for ‘chilled out’ but I couldn’t help and match the sense of joy being lost knowing that this time has come to an end.
We went out for breakfast, Henri Marc gave us a delicious start to the day. Ingrid claims to have had possibly the best coffee of her life, I think she ordered the Colombian one, but I cannot be sure because I lack an interest in such caffeinated dranks. I love the face Ingrid pulls when she really enjoys the food, I saw it a few times during the trip and then I couldn’t help but use it to judge pretty much everything we had: food, beer, wine, coffee, chocolate, tim tams etc etc
Yeah, then the packing & sad music happened. I don’t know if much else took place.
We got in the car and gave Penrith the horns. I put on Alanis Morissette’s Jagged Little Pill because it’s one of Ingrid’s favourites. Turns out there’s a few too many songs on there that can become tear jerkers and so sometimes when I checked on Ingrid, she was crying. Basically the only option I had on the USB stick in the stereo was to change to Limp Bizkit hahaha
Sydney happened, Ingrid bought the final stages of Australiana: Boomerangs, soft toys of Koalas, Wombats, Platypii & I think an Echidna… On our way to KFC (I had vouchers and neither of us had a lot of money) I mentioned how for my birthday I wanted to try this Colombian place, that should be nearby, out for food. Ingrid insist we check it out. It was really good. Both our dishes had some kind of slow cooked meat, unless it always turns out that way…? We also had Colombian juices, they were both nice, not anything too different from any normal juice or combination of juices you can get from most stores.
We returned to the car to move it to a better parking spot, and caught the train to the Airport.
I don’t think she cried the whole time. Ingrid was impressed that I could take her all the way and wait with her at the gate until she left, neither Colombia nor Germany allow this apparently. We win again! We talked all kinds of things and the time passed quickly. Too quickly for me.
I watched her board her plane, left the airport, came back to the airport just in case she needed a ride home and then, on the train back to my car I realised her carry on bag had my book that I wanted to read on this train! We’ll just say it’s one of those things you do, so you have to see the person again.
Ingrid’s flight from Melbourne to Abu Dhabi is late…
I guess that means I’m going back to Germany to get that book!
Come back eventually for updates.