One Last Time

In suspense of moving to the UK, our lives have become a series of "one last times" and goodbye tours.  We spend time with Pedro's family and then time with mine.  His family is in our hometown, so we visit our favorite childhood hangouts, we eat home cooking, and flavors of Hispanic food. 

Our favorite hangout was this street downtown.  It had a bunch of night clubs and restaurants, but it also led to a giant green lawn right in front of the coast.  We would eat, walk around, laugh, and always end up by the water.  We'd talk for hours until it got dark.  Our parent must have thought we were on drugs.  We would be away for 8 hours of the day, and when asked what we did, "walked and talked" was all we came up with.

We decided to do it one last time, dinner and a walk to the water.  We fell into our old worn paths and reminisced about everything that was different but all the same.  We ended up at the water, looking at all the boat and yachts, trying to come up with stories. 

P: I wonder how much it costs to keep your boat docked here.

S: I bet they just drove over from their house to eat at the restaurants here.

*me spotting a yacht easily over 150 feet long*

S: how much do you think that one is?

P: 5 million?

S: Really? I think more. But Silver Linings? What kind of cliché is that? If I had a boat I would name it something so much cooler.  They're all overused! Hope Floats, Amazing Grace, I mean come on!

P just laughs at me.

Later on I Googled that yacht. Turns out it was sold at the local boat show (those are big in this city) and it was so fancy it made our local newspaper.  $32 million. I sent a picture of the yacht to my mom to see what she'd guess.  She went low at 500K, so I laughed and sent her the article I found.

My mom: How much money would you have to have to feel comfortable spending $34mil on a boat?

Me: Too much for one person to have.