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Wild Horse Comforter
Memories of a Wild Horse Comforter
When I think back on my four years of college, on the
people I met and the places I went, one of my fondest
memories is of a wild horse comforter. That sounds a
little bit crazy, I know, but it is true. When I was a
freshman in college, I was fortunate enough to go to
Europe for two weeks to explore and spend time with
friends. After spending a couple of days in Amsterdam
with a friend who was studying in Ireland, my travel
companion, Gina, and I went to Paris to explore there
for a couple of days before heading to Ireland to make
use of the dorm room floor that knowing someone there
afforded us.
While we were in Paris, we checked our email, made bus
reservations, and got in touch with our friend there,
who said that she certainly had room for us, but that
she did not have any extra bedding. So, while she
offered to take us shopping when we got there, we
assumed that it would be quite late when we arrived, and
decided that it would be best to buy blankets before we
left.
So we went to a discount department store in Paris,
where we found exactly what we were looking for. I found
a fleece throw that would fold neatly into my already
over-stuffed army surplus backpack, and Gina found a
giant wild horse comforter. Each of us spent less than
fifteen euro on our purchases and were quite satisfied
with our finds.
From that moment on, the wild horse comforter traveled
with us conspicuously. From the train from Paris to
Brussels, it sat on the seat next across from us, and
then the train from Brussels to Charleroi. On the
shuttle to the Charleroi airport, it rode in the
underneath storage compartments.
When we got to the tiny Ryan Air terminal, we learned
that the wild horse comforter would have to be checked.
So there we flew, to Shannon, Ireland without the
company of the wild horse comforter that was quickly
becoming a fixture in our entourage of baggage. When we
got to the baggage claim, it was the first thing we saw.
Gina strapped her camping bag on her back, her purse
over her shoulder, her regular back pack to her chest,
and leaned cautiously to lift the wild horse comforter
in its native packaging.
The rest of the trip we traveled with the package as
such, from Shannon to Limerick to Brussels to Amsterdam
to Newark to Boston, and on the little Commuter Rail
back to Clark University. After we unpacked back at
school, Gina decided that the wild horse comforter had
been through quite a bit and deserved a good wash.
So, down to the Laundromat it went, where it promptly
lost most of its lining to the heat of the dryer. She
couldn’t bear to throw it away however, after lugging it
all the way from Paris, and so the wild horse comforter
was folded in half and made to be a floor cushion, which
is how it remained until the end of that year.
It is funny how so many memories can come out of one
piece of bedroom linen, but if you think about it, we
all probably have a wild horse comforter story hidden
somewhere in there.
About the Author
Abe Gardea is a full-time freelance writer and a contributor to http://www.comforter-n-duvet-cover.com.
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