Bonnie and Clyde

The reason I love her so much, is we just feel so natural with eachother.  From that first moment, we picked up where we had never left off.   Niz is a very street wise girl, we would look after eachother.  She would always have little packs of sugar when there was none for the coffee, or tissue when you just needed it.  She was good at saving money, and since Berlin we were saving our money together, it would always run out sooner or later, but we lived better cos Niz is good with the money.  She fixes her clothes and is always sewing and mending things.  We were good together, and strong.  Musically it was stunning.  We had this chemistry when we played that it felt like sparks were coming off us sometimes.  We would both play so passionately, communicating in musical telepathy. Now we had our answer from Paris, it was time to plan the next steps.

First we spent a couple of days at Mike and Freds looking after the cat Kiki, and their lovely home.  Niz cooks amazing meals, lots of vegetables and curries and stuff, the first day we had alone at Mike and Freds she had cooked this amazing meal, and again itś hard to describe but we were having a laugh about something, I think I was teasing her a bit. She went into this fiery, fiesty, passionate Latina screams and shouts.  God I love it when she gets like this.  The sun from the wide open windows made her glow so golden, the breeze from a cool wind put her hair accross her eyes.  I thought, 'God, I am so in love with this girl' Another moment when I really felt myself fall in love with her even more.

We found a ride going to Amsterdam, and since that place was like a home to us, we took it.  We spent our last evening in Paris listening to and playing music, making love and getting our stuff ready.  We had survived Paris.  It was hard at times, but thats what made it so wonderful an experience.  We bonded in a way that it was hard to imagine being apart anymore.  So, we got engaged in Paris!  Is that too much of a cliche for this love story?  Well, itś true.  But it wasnt eating at the finest restaurants and grand hotels.  It was singing in the noisy streets for coins to buy cheap wine and baguettes.  Jumping the barriers of the metro to the sound of alarms, laying in the hot hot sun for hours with eachother, moving with the shade, sipping a cold coca cola like it was the last one in the world, drifting in and out of sleep on the grass, sending a coffee back at the most expensive restaurant in Paris.  Walking past bars with an empty stomach where they advertise cheese burgers for 20 euroes.  Going past a bar where they pump perfume through the air into the streets(not nice). Whenever we thought we had tamed Paris, it came back to bite us.

We took another 10 hour megabus ride to our beloved Amsterdam and the sun was shining when we got there.  We jumped the trams in ease, and when we heard that announcement on the tram 'Please remember to check out' we both smiled and felt really good being back.  Nizhas Visa would let her have another 3 months in the UK, so we said we would do a little busking tour of Scotland or Ireland and stay together.  I was a bit daunted by heading back to Blighty, and had my doubts.  But I soon came to my senses and we enjoyed our Amsterdam together.  Riding, busking, picnics and drinking.  One night we were sitting in the Ness, and this guy is staring at us.  I look at him and he comes over.  He says...'I just had to say, you two are a very beautiful couple, you are both just glowing' I said cheers bud, and he went on his way.  But together, we did glow.  People sensed it.

We had only a few coins, and needed to find a way to get to England.  Then a true gift from the Universe came upon us, and some good fortune that got us to England in comfort after doing thousands of miles on those hard Megabus '.  I will save that for a new chapter though, as Paul, his Girlfriend and Friend deserve a good story.......


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