He stood at the head of the group, another man was standing next to him, half listening and half heckling everything he said. In appearance they seemed mismatched. But we shouldn't judge books by their covers. They turned away and began walking, trotting if you will, along the grass ridden ancient road. His arms were dashing about, as if they were apart of another human all together. His sense were overwhelmed with years of work come to life. From behind you could see his smile. He had been dreaming of exploring his playground for months now, maybe even years. From a distance it looked like he was bobbing up and down, but that was just how he walked when excited.
He could feel the numb twinges of hunger start in the depths of his stomach. It had been a solid twenty minutes of exploring. An early lunch was necessary he told himself. He wasn't getting old, he was still chipping away at the original fountain of youth. He wandered into the café, excited about the promise of lasagna and green beans. His trusty more than a sidekick was there to carry out the tray while he hung around in search of something to drink. He stood in front of the red coca-cola refrigerator, blocking all other tourist eyes from its treasures. He decided on a beer. “Why not?” He thought, it was 11:25am but he could think of a few places around the globe were it was well past 5pm. He spun around for an unknown reason, perhaps looking for the check out. He took one last glance around the room in case he was missing something and then proceeded to make his way to his friend, smiling at the younger people he passed.
After a brief but filling lunch he was ready to explore again, he stood up, tightened his L.L. Bean backpack straps, loosened them, and then tightened them again for sipping up the last of his espresso. He turned to look at the alcohol drenched plebs around him, then back at his friend. With one smile they both knew. It was time for another solid twenty minutes.
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