A memory

Once I met this man. I can not remember his name, his age or his origin. I can't remember if he was a tourist or a local. I can't even remember where I met him. Did I meet him on the island, or in some town I visited before? I just don't know. All I know is that it was a man, I think. Let's just say a person to be 100 % sure. He told me about this little place on this little island where you could buy the most amazing home cooked food, totally classical. I sat out on a mission to find this place, thought it would be fairly easy since I had instructions. It wasn't. It started raining, or had been raining, I can't remember. Don't recall if this was the time I had an umbrella with me or if it was the time I didn't. That time I ended up taking shelter under some random "farmers" wooden house thing with my very best friend (who by the way was with me in the search for the food as well, just trying out this new thing.. writing in "I" form..) where we lay down and she explained to me why she loved the rain even though everyone else hates it. "Because it makes other people  sad" she said. "And of course it's cozy and you can stay in all day not having to do anything and not feeling bad about it". Again I can't remember those last words completely, I do recall she said something like that. But the first sentence I remember as if it was yesterday. Remember reminding myself never to screw up this friendship, it was way too cool to let go, ever. Anyways.. Since I can't remember us having any food at that particular moment I have to assume that we had our umbrellas that time we went to get food. It would seem weird to go back to writing "I" now so "we" it is, dammit that didn't last for long.
   As I was saying we got lost. A few times. And this island was not big but you know how it is when you arrive to a new place. We ended up asking this old lady if she knew where *insert name of place here* was and she pointed at one direction we had already gone. A local lady should know what she's talking about I thought so we walked back. Finally found it. Not at all what I had expected, maybe that's why we didn't see it. It was located in a backyard, no grass just wet mud. The sign was dirty and old. One old table and two benches and a small small house. No person in sight. Waited for some time but gave that up pretty fast. Knocked on the wall (no door just a curtain) and a lady steps out and asks us what we want (first in Indonesian of course). Chicken! So after waiting a while we got our spicy chicken with rice all wrapped up in some paper and what I can only assume was leafs from a banana tree. All of this for 1 euro. Pretty sweet right. NO! Not pretty sweet...mother fucking amazing. That shit is still one of the most delicious meals I have ever had in my entire life. Oh sweet Lord it was good. We brought it back home to our bungalow and sat down in the common eating area (since we were the only guests it was relaxing and nice to have the waiters undivided attention (kidding he gave us plates and left)) to eat.
   Good times, good times. Miss it some times. All of it. The food, the weather, the people, the company, the ocean, the nature, the freedom, the complete relaxation, the fights, the guitar nights, the drinking, the "eating sandwiches", the lifestyle, the moving around, the snorkelling, the surfing, the motorbikes, the smoothies, the bungalows, the beer, the carelessness. All of it. Wouldn't trade it for the world. Andersson OUT!