After miles and miles of driving, with a drink in my hand the whole time, my dear loving mother never said a word, except to ask me “are you tired?” “No my dearest mamochka, but we’ll stop at the next motel on the way to rest one more night, before getting to Tampa” What she did not know was that I could not see any more from so many beers (and other things). Yes, I thought, good, we’ll stop one more night before getting to my sister’s house…
What have I been thinking? making this move so final, the only life I knew was Hollywood, my only secure place where I knew everyone was Hollywood, where I still have friends, lovers, even ex-husbands I’m leaving all this for a unknown dream? but it seems that is the pattern of my life.
Going to the Gulf of México where I we’ll live just meters from the beach, with the warm water of the gulf , in my own motel, individual cabanas, it sounds great, but venturing in the unknown? Don’t think; just have another drink,and keep driving, we’re almost there. Yes, I guess I am just a gypsy at heart, a nomad, a traveler and worrier in this world.
Memories are piling up, I just need to distract myself from reality. I hope Johnny will be soon with me, there by the beach and also Billy promised to come and help, but I prefer and wish Johnny comes too see me first. My best lover yet, who I met at a party of the Rock and Roll groups that live in Laurel Canyon where I hand many friend’s. He’s a handsome biker– a motorcycle rider, big and :strong– in 3 words a man’s man. I like him a lot! He drinks Dom Perignon straight from the bottle! At first it shocked me, how rude, no manners! but then in a way it was so different from the stiff-necked celebrities and other men in my life. I liked it, in a way it was cool (as everybody says) that he is just free and crazy, why not? Not the way I was accustomed to, though; he is so different and sexy, his individual personality shows, hes was unique and exciting and that amused me, made me feel crazy; maybe I liked him too much! He was so different from other lovers I had had, he is exciting, witty, a good sense of humor, romantic, intelligent, gentle but strong and new I hope he does come soon to Florida. I still feel that night I met him, we left the party and went riding on his black and silver Harley, a bottle of Dom Perignon in my left hand and the other hand embracing his big warm chest. The wind was caressing my nostrils with the smell of his masculine smell, I lay my face near his neck so I could feel his warmth and his smell, sitting behind him, was embraguetink me or was it the champagne?
We rode his bike till it was almost 4 am; soon the sun would be up. I don’t know how (and never understood) why the police cars did not stop us or arrest us?
Driving all around the hills of Hollywood and into the Pacific Palisades to see the sun rise, how beautiful, romantic, kissing in the sand and caressing each other’s body, it was amazingly fabulous, drinking his bottle of Dom Perignon. We each had a full bottle when we left the party, drinking that while watching the sunrise and making promises to get together in Florida since I way leaving the following day. I think he was seriously in love with me, and I think I was too! But I could not be sure if was just a physical attraction, sexual and curious and romantic, or all of them or real love; the butterflies in my stomach where there! They were real. Those wonderful hours. the moments I spent with him, were all so fabulous; in moments like this where his strong body was up against mine, his embrace was so powerfully loving, smelling the aroma of his masculine bodily– it was so sexy magic.!
He promises he will come to Florida as soon as he can, and maybe even stay in Florida. We’ll see then how we feel about each other; a good reasonable decision for a man, I like that. I sure hope he comes, but in the meantime I had this silly thing with this young man Billy, the son of Joy the now girlfriend of my ex-.husband Jack. Billy suffered from bipolar syndrome, like his mother . He well followed me to Florida soon. Maybe he can help me with the chores at the hotel? .
We awoke in our last night , in a lovely room in a hotel in Tarpon Springs, a totally Greek village. Later we discovered a Greek Orthodox Church there, where we were to spend Easter, and Epiphany: this is the throwing of the cross in the water, and one of their brave young men would bring it out. A lovely little town, very ethnic, I loved it and so did mama. We didn’t know then, but it would be one of our favorite places for Sundays.
We decided to get same coffee, Greek baklava and hit the road. We were almost home after a long trip across the country, that we thoroughly enjoyed, especially mama.
Tampa! Here we are, but how do we get to Davis Island? We had no map of Tampa, so asking is the only way to get to it. Davis Island is on the water, and it looks like it’s in the middle of Tampa, but we don’t know how to get to it. Round and round I went, down the ramps in,and back up the ramps. Finally a lovely young couple told us to follow them, and left us right in front of my sister’s front door! And she happened to be outside waiting for us……………but that is for the next episode.