In an adventure with ninety percent of the class, you danced into our conversations. The plan of the group was originally to see the local nightlife. The plan was to get food at the food festival, then go as a group to bond. I looked forward to bonding. The first night I had enough energy (thanks to jetlag) that I could go out with fellow students to bond. I looked forward to it, it was all that I have been dreaming for for the past few months and it was finally a time to go past just having people strangely sit next to me and walk to class with. It was finally time to get past the usual conversation starters.
However, honestly, this was not the best day for me to join in on the fun. It probably was easily due to the few hours I baked in the beautiful sunny beach. I needed to sit down my brain kept yelling back, pounding on the walls in my head. My mind was dizzy and my stomach was yelling, but I pressed on. It was a classical case of "fear of missing out". When I was at my peak blurred mind, others decided to stop and taste the great cheeses of Sardinia, right after this is when the conversation quickly shifted. The conversation shifted to you.
The happy side step you were doing. The grove you were in and the oh-so overwhelming presence you had on all of our (poor) eyes. You added a much bigger presence to that bit of sidewalk by the beach. You introduced the happy-go-lucky attitude that everyone should have. You added another “event” to the bubbles and tents that were nearby.
I must say I could have definitely gone without the sight of you. However, these memories are memories I will remember. The laughs I had with fellow colleagues, now turned friends, because of the conversation about you. The conversations I had in your presence discussing the different cultures between American and Italian culture. The differences in smoking habits, tattoo habits, and bath suit freedoms. I sincerely loved the great conversation I was able to have and spark up due to your weird presence. I am still quite conflicted in thinking if you should have been on the sidewalk dancing like that or not, but like I like to say, “if it makes you happy, keep going it”.
So I must thank you. Thank you for bringing us joy in the most unexpected way possible. Thank you for the memories I will remember for a long time coming. I hope you continue to do those side steps. I wish you well speedo man. I hope you bring smiles and conversation starters to more people to come. I wish you well.
With strange thanks,