Niagara Falls and Can't Get Up

On Friday night, Marta and I went to bed only to get up a few hours later: exhausted, tired, and possibly hungover from all the love in the room–or it would make more sense to blame the water for the lacking presence that it left for us. Or maybe, it was just me who felt that.
So we awoke, kissed, and wept. It was me the one who was weeping. There was a festering in my belly that felt like I had swallowed a bee in my sleep; not vegan, I know. I couldn't stop crying and parading my pain at the woman in the room who didn't want me to be in pain.


"I may have contracted an ulcer in my stomach."
"Are you sure?" She quizzed.
"Yes, construction has started and he said he'll be there all weekend."
We looked up what the possible symptoms for an ulcer included. By we, I mean my ulcer and I. Marta was racing to the kitchen.


We had breakfast and were chauffeured to the bus.




So, we rode the bus. We rode the shit out of the bus. It begged us to stop, and when it began to enjoy the sensation it begged not to stop. We rode and rode and rode and rode until we arrived. Once we arrived we couldn't ride anymore because we had been ejected from the bus by the blue-shirted guide resembling a guide in an Adobe file.



Shortly after this photo, I lost my glasses in the Alexandria Bay at 1,000 Islands. I was scratching my head attempting to reach my brain and I looked down over the boat. My mind was floating through the possibilities of my glasses conducting a nose-to-ear dive from its ride. My mind needed float no longer. I lost them in that bay quite painlessly.
There was nothing that could have been done, so Marta and I just digested the Misso Japanese that rotted away in our stomachs. YUM.



So, she took care of me and my wounded ego. I was being led by the most beautiful woman on the bus, etcetera.
We tripped into the falls and were stunned.


The Canadian side was better.


Told you.




But, I'm getting ahead of myself. Before that we stayed in a hotel. No, no one was killed before or after this photograph. But, there were remnants of death in the room after the cheese-less pizza. Sorry, baby. We feel asleep like babies in bosoms being rocked to hums.
When we woke up we went straight for the falls.














We hit the Caves of the Wind tour. We were hit back, as well.















Clearly.

















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