Eric and Taka just couldn't totally catch-up in one day. We got out there, got the tour of the place, met their 3-year old son Mathum, had some vegetarian dinner, then talked, talked, set up a bonfire, talked, talked, oh and drank a bunch, then talked some more. We finally went to bed around 4am. Poor little Mathum tried to keep up with us. There were so many things to catch-up on.
There was much talking, some crying and hugging (that was mostly on me and Mona's part), then more talking. I had met Mona twice before so I really can't say that I knew her, but the two of us really connected and I felt that I could tell her anything.
Taka and I were talking on the drive home how it was nice to be around people who understand what it means to be fucked up. I love my friends dearly, so don't get me wrong, but almost all of our friends do not understand fucked up. Most of them haven't had to deal with death, tragedy, anger, abuse, violence, betrayal...and I am glad that they haven't. I wouldn't wish some of our experiences on my worst enemy (not that I have one). I just can't express the joy that I felt connecting to some people on that level. Thankfully they are not far away and another camp out is planned for later this summer. Woohoo!!!
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