Paris was now a distant thought. In a mere matter of hours I was back with those fun filled Danes in London. Crazy, Yes. I would have to say though, acting on this drunken epiphany felt right. Call it intuition or just plain stupidity, but I had a gut feeling I was doing the right thing. We picked up exactly where we had left off like I had never left. After reuniting with my Nordic comrades I did not give much thought about what I had done, left behind, or where I was going. Any plans or goals where no longer valid. My compulsiveness, udder disregard for my economical safety net, and future plans, although irresponsible, would soon be rewarded.

 I spent what was left of the month with the group and with Jello. It became apparent during our time together that the girl named after the tasty gelatinous dessert was worth coming back for. We had an amazing time together once again. Every day was full of new adventures and experiences. Day after day, night after night, the party never ended.What developed was a strong connection I was not ready to say good bye to. Unfortunately as they say, "all good things must come to end." As time went by it was soon the group and Jello's last day in England. I told the group about a punk music festival I was going to called "Rebellion Festival" in England. I was hoping they could join me at the festivities. Regrettably everyone was broke after there vacation and the weary travelers where ready to return to Denmark. I escorted my new friends and crush to the airport. As they boarded there plane I handed Jello a folded piece of paper I had scribbled my feelings on. Once it was in her hands I simply turned around and walked away.

After leaving the airport on the train back to London it hit me like a sack of door knobs. My eyes swelled up and it was not long before they began overflowing with stupid, embarrassing, tears. I immediately covered them with some fashionable Zebra print sun glasses I had purchased earlier in the week. I could not help but feel terrible. After a year in Saudi Arabia and now my life as a nomadic backpacking gypsy, these where the first friends I had made. This was also the first girl I had felt so strongly about in years. I was miserable that day but thankfully it did not last for long.

 I threw away an all expenses paid trip to Paris but what I would soon gain in return was invaluable. The girl I came back for had just sent me a message, she had decided to join me at rebellion festival and would be flying back to England in a matter of days.