11 April
I’m thankful for this photo I took of The Magic Fountain at rest in 2018, on a trip I took myself on for my birthday. I’m thankful that I was staying at a hostel and went on a bar crawl because I didn’t know anyone and wanted to meet new people but, on the night, ended up spraining my knee badly enough to the point that I needed to wear a compression bandage and use a cane for about two weeks afterward as I danced too hard. I’m thankful immediately after I sprained my knee I assumed I could walk off the not too bad pain because it wasn’t that far from where I was staying and did so, easing myself into my bunk bed and dropping off very quickly to sleep. I’m thankful that the next morning my knee had nearly doubled in size and I tried to get up for my first leak of the day I discovered that attempted to bend my knee was surprisingly excruciating now that I was no longer drunk. I’m thankful that after sorting it out with my pathetic Spanish at a chemist around the corner, with the help of a patient and good humoured woman who worked there, I had my knee in a bandage and a cane to walk on. I’m thankful that I, in my effortful way of planning all of my holidays (must maximise time or else I will die!!!), had already decided ahead of time that I would be going to The Magic Fountain even if I wasn’t walking properly. I’m thankful that I climed and climbed the stairs in my own slow way and was sweating a lot by the time I reached the top. This was when the sky began to move into dusk with its magic purples and pinks, making the scene below look filmic.
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