QUELQUEFOIS, LA VIE EST DURE.

The hot spring put my body at ease, and sleep was sensational. I woke up reasonably early and spent the morning bathing in the warm water. My TEFL project was another morning activity, and I still had about six hours of work left to complete. It was due tonight at midnight. That was plenty of time in my book. As I began to pack up, I realized that my keys were nowhere to be found. On top of that, my camera screen was also cracked, undoubtedly from the brutal trail that I had experienced the past two days. If that was not bad enough, I bumped my brand-new tablet to the ground. Yup, you guessed it, cracked. So, you thought you were having a bad morning?

Everything was going so smoothly that I almost was expecting something like this to happen. Of course, it is on my one-month anniversary of homelessness. You could say that I was a little stressed out at this point. I never let a distressed morning demolish my day. One of the hot springs employees got the bolt cutter and freed my bike from its confines. It was shocking how swiftly and smoothly this man saved my bike. I thought my chain was indestructible, but anyone with a pair of bolt cutters would disagree. 

With not a moment to lose, I trekked about five miles to Pine. My first stop was to reserve a room for the evening, but I could not get into until three. There was a cafe just a block away, and a meal sounded magnificent. The porch served as my office for several hours. During my sejour, I consumed a spicy chicken sandwich, six hot wings, fries, coleslaw, cottage cheese, coffee, and a blackberry milkshake. My room was finally available, and I quickly set up my study station. 

Several hours later, I completed my final TEFL assignment. It felt amazing to send that sucker in. To celebrate, I made my way back to the cafe for dinner. Unfortunately, The kitchen closed moments before my arrival. I settled for two icy pints of Budweiser. All the local townsfolk packed the restaurant. There was much more Trump talk, but I saw it as a learning experience. If you do not know both sides, how can you meet in the middle? I will admit that small-city folks have the most fascination lexicon. It is very unenjoyable to listen to, especially when the accent is strong. 

Although the kitchen had closed, I was still hungry. Luckily, I am a resourceful chef. There was a coffee maker in my hotel room, and I used that to make some steaming water. Rather than dirtying my cooking tin, I opted for the paper coffee cups. After mixing the water and some dehydrated contents, I had to wait fifteen minutes for my meal. It was shockingly satisfactory. For the remainder of the evening, I worked on website-related tasks. These past few days have been rough. I know that life is full of ups and downs. Plus, reinforcements are coming soon. Tomorrow will be better, je te le jure. A short ride for today, here is the route.