Thursday, January 12, 2012
Twisted Vagabondage Tale From Lourdes
Take a walk up one of the town's winding, cobblestone streets and get assaulted by the high-pitched religious music blaring out of speakers affixed to the tops of buildings. While you're at it, buy a packet of sugared almonds that proclaim “I prayed for you at the Grotte de Lourdes” or a snow globe where little bits of white plastic forever fall on the shoulders of La Virgen like tiny flakes of holy dandruff.
I guess that's why I traveled to Lourdes: I was in search of a miracle. It was in the wake of a particularly-intense period of heavy partying in my life that I found myself shacked up in a modest hotel room with only a nun for concierge. Voila, a miracle did happen. The only rowdy parties I attend now are with puppets and adults dressed in furry outfits. I'm not talking about some perverted fervert fete, so get your mind out of the gutter. I'm talking about the kind of rowdiness you get when you put twenty three-year-olds together in the same room, high on cake and ice cream. So, next time you're in Lourdes, take a swill from the algae-ridden spring yourself. You never know what miracles might happen.
Lara Sterling authors Twisted Vagabondage Tales for travelers who like it rough. She is prettier than Vagabonding author Rolf Potts (though Rolf is very pretty) and could kick his ass (though only if he'd like that). She has written for Playboy and Larry Flynt Publications but now hosts an online radio show and blogs at yourplotthickens.blogspot.com.