Today?
A place high in the mountains with the streets made of stone and the sunshine and the bunting flags strung across the laneways. There is a lot of laughter and songs but not in English.
What will we eat?
Pizza. With garlic and goat cheese.
Drink?
Lemonade. Homemade. With ice. In a tall clear yellow glass.
What else do you see?
I'm wearing a ring. It's a pale pink faceted stone and a gold band. And a sundress. White with pastel drawings. Braids. A lady did these elaborate braids in my hair.
And?
You. You're in all white and you're laughing and entertaining a group of children near the goat pen. You're juggling eggs for them. And their hats.
How many goats are there?
I don't see any.
Anything else?
There's a old blue bicycle with a basket on the back. Three fat baguettes stick out. No one seems to own the bike, it's been there the whole time, but no one has stolen it.
Why not?
They don't do that here.
Would you stay?
No, it's a little too perfect. It's better as a brief memory. Passing through, that's all.
Do you remember that we stole the bicycle and ate all the bread?
Yes. Did we ruin that place for them?
I don't think so. What's one bicycle?
And the food for a week?
Do you think that was food for a week for them?
No, maybe just bread to go with food they already had.
So does that make it okay?
No, but we didn't have a choice.
How does that make it okay, peanut?
Call it the price for an afternoon's entertainment?
Good girl.
We should have taken a goat instead.
