Rotting in bed is fun, however, my friend disagrees, he enjoys walking the cities with the most important motivation of fresh food. I was about to put on a movie with my recently perfected instant ramen, but my friend, Harold, interrupted me. He mostly blarps rather than talks, but I’m sure he said something about me eating the same instant noodles and staying on the couch all day, so he forced me to touch some grass and eat outside. I go to my car, but with his PhD in walking, he insists I should walk.

I complain of the 5 years of walking but Harold claims everything tastes better after a long walk. We walk around a huge plaza with so many beautiful smells. Through the streets, I look to the right to see huge monster truck wheels of cheese of an Italian restaurant, serving delicious cheesy dishes. Harold hates eating the same type of food repeatedly so he asks to move on. As we continue through the plaza, the fresh carnitas from a Mexican restaurant fill our noses. Perfectly complementing the meat, the cook adds seasoning and toppings to serve to his customers. I was so tempted to leave Harold to stuff myself with delicious tacos, but I listened to Harold to find the perfectly unique dish. 

Near the end of the plaza, Harold spots a place where he hasn’t eaten in a hot minute, a hot Indian dish of curry. Especially after walking for so long, I couldn’t wait to eat some savory curry. I break open the samosa to reveal steaming potatoes which I dip into the chicken curry. I greatly appreciate Harold taking me on this journey for food and taking me off of my dented couch, which I tell him. I acknowledge and recognize how great Harold has been to me and I thank him.