@DiaantjesLife 🦋 jte had given me very precise indications, so I began seeing the pavilion she had told me about, from afar; this was the place of the festival. With every step I took, the voices became louder and louder. Excited. There was a very big, shiny neon placard: Zumba marathon.
To my great surprise, everyone was dressed in tracksuit. I looked ashamed at my dress, a dress I had chosen carefully just one hour ago.
Then I saw Bestie. She smiled. Understanding I was completely lost, she pointed to Diaanjte. Only now did I realize who the restless person beside her was. I knew Diaantje danced Zumba, but she wasn´t just dancing; she was moving her body in incredible ways, whirling, spinning, jumping, and again whirling and spinning and jumping, she didn´t stop! How could she have all that energy? Then I remember she complained about the sitting hours at work.
When she saw me, she also smiled and stopped jumping. She pushed me to a quieter place, and we started speaking; we had a lot of conversation to catch up. We had wanted to have a little chat for so long! But she was always doing something, creating things, painting, inventing herself up. Because there´s nothing she will not do help the others, she usually says.
But one day, she asked me:
-Do you like festivals? Thematic festivals I mean.
-Good. I´m going to a festival tomorrow. We can meet there.
And here I am. Before leaving the house, I made a quick search in my wardrobe and took out the yellow dress with little flowers. I like to wear it when I´m feeling happy;
It´s a nice thing making friends on Yoors.