Travel is the only thing you buy that makes you richer

Christmas day means nothing to me ,it’s only a day like an other and except when I was a kid where I was looking for excited for the coming in town of that fat man dressing red to bring me gifts now I care about this celebration as much I could care to watch a football match ,absolutely nothing.

I believe that Christmas was a way to control people at the time of religions lordships and now a tool from multinationals to push people to spend more money ,I’m sorry I will not play the game ,gifts exchange ,excitement over a human made up celebration ,chit chat about upcoming holidays ,please no more.

So I was going to enjoy my me time hiking somewhere and then home reading or writing ,best scenario ,bottle of wine ,movies and a good long sleep but this time plans changed ,a friend living in London wanted to spend his Christmas holiday in Edinburgh and asked me to tour guiding him around the city and organize something for the 25th ,all right why not ,doesn’t matter what the period was but was a good reason to have some fun ,in the meantime someone else asked me earlier that month to go to her hometown for fat red man day ,right timing ,we could all meet up ,she suggested to come to pick us up with her car and then driving around the countryside and visit St. Andrews ,till now I never left Edinburgh so I found it a great idea ,what is the best way to spend money ? travelling ,like someone said ,travel is the only thing that cost money that will enrich you ,so true.

I was excited like when I was a kid waiting to unwrapped my gifts but this time was for the upcoming day trip ,my friend arrived with a car I didn’t think could be still alive ,20 years old ,creaking everywhere ,dirty ,I didn’t expect a Ferrari but something safer ,as usual I repeated to myself ,if the time arrived I will die anyway so no point to be worry ,I jumped into the car heading to the Scottish countryside and St. Andrews the golf’s motherland.

Time to play some music but the car stereo was old as the car ,how the hell it worked ,I completely forgot I’m fully absorbed in the twentieth century ,old fashioned bluetooth with a cassette ,a cable connected to it and to the other end a plug to connect to a Mp3 player or Ipod ,wouldn’t be surprised if she would have a walkie talkie instead.

My Italian friend was the DJ playing some Traditional Irish and Scottish music ,my Japanese friend driving and explaining about the surrounding scenarios unfolding in front of us ,me listening lost in dreams from the past and the future ,The countryside around Edinburgh has a lonely beauty ,green lands for miles with just few threes popping up now and then ,the dark weather giving to all a surreal atmosphere ,it all reminded me about an old movie where the main character inspired one of the most famous Italian comics ,Dilan Dog.

Cemetery Man
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