Ride with the Shot

A Story by Abishai100

Narrated Earth-trek 'diorama' about incomplete-distances readings to the soul-wrought 'cleats' of Blue-Planet fields (in Spain).

A diorama vignette of sorts about world travel, trains confidence, and the art of human-realm 'understanding' for private/personality-rich 'glassy' intuitions (for therapy!). Hope you like it (all),

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I started my journey to Madrid (Spain) at a Homeland-Jersey hostel-station TV-lounge meditation (Inn-Express) for a languages-image 'consciousness' for the feelings of entreating my human-world brain/spirit with some line/adjective for world-trek confidence (for fiction!).

I decided my Selfie-view for Spanish music and train-ways infrastructure securities for 'confidence' IQ in hospitality/tourism would reflect my new millennium transit 'intelligence' for Euro-arts in journal-keeping for travel...and vanity (ha).

I started at a train-station, somewhere in Spain (wow); and I wanted to get to the heart-strings of Madrid, with a knowledge of how rails-securities in a time of 'troubles' on our Earth, for a journal-imagery of transit-sanity (sure). Sounded simple to me (actually).

Only it wasn't that that simple, because I encountered some new-gen anarchists interested in mod Civil War (Spanish) views held by 'foreigner-element' and required me to do some handy self-defensive smartphone cyber-research for response and distance from this harassment (damn). It was Selfie-like (actually).

The Spanish Civil War separated a place like Europe from the American Homeland I knew and grew up in and studied in and found intellectual 'savvy' in and great (American Civil War patriotism-understanding for; but I wanted to understand Madrid/Spain; and I looked at Civil War arts for fiction-imagery (ok).

TOURIST: Here alone, reader?
ME: I'm studying train-ways securities confidence consciousness, music, and food.

TOURIST: Fan of Spanish cinema, reader?

ME: I guess so...you seem darn inquisitive for a train co-passenger.

TOURIST: This is a mod-train; inquiry is social media 'savvy' for therapy, now?

ME: You're accurate, friend; yes, I want the machinery-blood of Spanish medicine.

TOURIST: You might encounter a gypsy-dancer (in Madrid!) who'll 'educate' you!

ME: Maybe a teacher...and not an anarchist (ha).

TOURIST: Good (leviathan).

The tourist-teller was right on that mod-train in Spain (damn). I met a gorgeous fashion-aesthetics 'friendly' lady-faerie in Madrid, a real dancer, of that old classic view that music-and-muscle was something for the trekker's nutrition and sanity (geez). She agreed to let me pay her to become my 2-weeks teacher for authentic Spanish dancing, and she'd let me (try) cook-off Spanish plates of great social media intelligibility (for the journal I kept).

ME: Teach me these tricks; I shall make you Spanish plates (Sundays!).

ARANXTA: You've a super-deal, traveler (Facebook-like?).

ME: Perfect (leviathan!).

ARANXTA: You move beautifully, traveler.

ME: You like my cooking (too)?
ARANXTA: Surprisingly clever, traveler (ha).

ME: You're married.

ARANXTA: We can keep secret, surely (hmmm)?

ME: This is leviathan-medicine.

ARANXTA: "Leviathan"...you pensive about seas of chaos for Selfie (eh?).

ME: Maybe I'm in love with you...this dancing tricks of yours are glassy.

ARANXTA: You pick-up with swift staccato like; you versed in something.

ME: Indian dancing and breakdancing (actually!)...I love you.

ARANXTA: I like your cadence for body handles; good for Selfie-memory, boy.

ME: You're as cool as someone predicted would be the 'type' as teacher.

ARANXTA: Spain is Facebook-like (yeah?).

I did fall for Aranxta; and she taught me dancing; and I cooked (in Madrid!). When I returned to the States, I snatched a Netflix download of a story/film about incomplete-distances to the Earth 'leviathan' of culture-accents of the psychological variety for 'wrought' cleats of sporting human-customs/exchanges 'confidence' coloring, a story about hero-worship, powers-superstition, frailty horrors, and the 'cadence' of (manmade) dogma for the records. I was in Facebook-mode once-again, as an Algerian-American Bostonian-citizen of grounded Catholic-faith (and love of Hollywood!).