Our week continued pretty similar as to how it had started. We spent the days by the beach, as it was the only bearable thing to do with the extreme temperatures, and in the evenings we'd explore the city. One day, we even went hiking in the Everglades National Park. It was probably the most intense day we had spent together, talking about our deepest feelings and fears, with each of us shedding a decent amount of tears, but also the day that had us brought closer than ever before.
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📍 Everglades (Florida) cata000cata Thank God I now have a fake acc where I can post shit like this - anywaysssss best dayyyyyy 🫶🏼🫶🏼
sharkieboy000 It was the best day!! ericgm3 Gavi has already made a poster out of this, I'm sure Replying to ericgm3: shortking30 I have not Replying to shortking30: dan_thekitguy I will check his locker upon our return to training bananaguy2 I imagined this holiday to be different than... this
It was Friday night now, our last evening before our flight back tomorrow and to say that I was somehow sad, was an understatement. Pedri's comment under my post had stirred up my feelings a bit, because I felt the same. I didn't know how he had imagined it, but I had hoped it to be... maybe a tad bit more romantic? Don't get me wrong, I had the time of my life and Ferran and me had shared so many great moments but a tiny bit in me had hoped for some sparks to fly.
Maybe that was why I had put all of my efforts into my outfit of the night - a tight, deeply cut-out black dress. "Read- oh wow" Ferran mumbled as I emerged from the bathroom. "Do I look presentable?" I asked and probably blushed. "Presentable? I'll have to fight tonight!" he replied, his eyes wide open and I just laughed at the floor. What kind of teenage cringy love shit was this?
"Come on, we both need some alcohol" I said and grabbed his arm, dragging him to the hotel bar where we had decided to start our evening. Three Moscow Mules later, I was in the best of moods, with Ferran even being a drink ahead of me. The giggles were uncontrollable and our laughters roared through the streets of Miami as we continued to walk to a seaside bar/restaurant to also enjoy some food as a solid base for all the alcohol we were consuming.
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