I haven’t had a walk home like that in, oh, six, seven years. Not since the West Bank that night I had too much to drink at Nigel’s.
It was so black tonight, like nothing I’ve ever experienced. I hated the light, and loved it at the same time. All I had to navigate with was the reflective black patches of puddles against the pitch black of the road. But there were bits of light to destroy my night vision–a house here, a car there–and make the whole road just two different types of black: pitch black and black hole.
I ran after a car at one point just so I could follow the curve of the road.
Two glasses of wine with dinner didn’t really help.
It was sort of like the night at Nigel’s. Too much Scotch, I refused to pay the 20 shekel (40 shekel?) cab fare and decided to walk from Ramallah to Birzeit village. Of course, that turned out to be almost a two hour walk. Not like the fifteen minutes from the Tramonti to La Colina Lodge.