I will never forget this place. Not because it is gorgeous with green, luscious nature, navy blue sky covered with fluffy white clouds, golden sandy beaches and clear water, but because of the emotions and memories I created there, and because of the people I met accidentally. It all started very casually: Marianne and I drove to New London to take a ferry to Block Island. I had no idea what to expect, how big the island was and whether we were going to walk or bike to get around. Let me warn you about how horrible of a bike rider I am; since I never had a bike during my childhood, I learned to ride at the age of 35 after I moved to this country and I can only ride it around places where there are no cars and no hills. So, when we decided to check out the bike rental, I was concerned about my skills and if I could make a day without a disaster. Marianne was my GPS, she had a map of the island and I was blindly following her. That’s the important part of a friendship, you just trust your friend and follow wherever she goes. Block Island reminded me of small town in Georgia near the Black Sea called Mtsvane Kontski (Green cape). Seeing the cows leisurely eating the grass on the fields and small vegetable gardens in the backyards of the houses felt so homey. Thankfully, I didn’t fall off the bike or hit anything, but it wasn’t easy riding the bike whole way through; I tried hard to ride up the hill and on my way downhill enjoy the wind blowing on my face, cooling the body, feeling the joy and freedom. By the end of the day we were exhausted, hungry, and dirty from the dust and salt water. It was time to bring the bikes back and have a bite to eat somewhere before the departure. The last hill was the hardest and as we were screaming out loud, encouraging ourselves that we could conquer that hill without jumping off from the bike, we heard someone inviting us to have a drink and take a break. First, I thought, I misheard, but when I looked through the bushes, I saw smiley and happy faces. I smiled back, thanked them for the invite, thinking they were just polite but after they cheerfully asked us to join them again, Marianne and I looked at each other and happily embraced the group of people sitting around the picnic table covered with garbage bag as tablecloth, beer cans and plastic paper plates. I was offered a beer and a margarita. Did I hear right? How can I turn that down? One margarita please. I was thirsty, exhausted, my muscles hurt from riding the bike all day and I did need that drink. Kathy, Ken, Augie and two others (I’m so sorry I don’t remember your names), you guys truly made our day. You turned the regular beach day to an unbelievable experience, the memory that I will never forget. The love and hospitality you shared to us meant so much and the clam bake you kindly offered was one of the best meals I’ve ever had. And you all know why… Because of the love and kindness you gave us that evening. I felt as if I was in my country among my people. We all are a part of this planet and no matter where you go, you find good, open hearted, kind people. I was the happiest person that evening and thank you all for that. We were back home at 12:30a.m., tired, smile on my face, full with love and great memories, thanks to you my dear new friends. I might see you again, I might not, but I will never forget you, Block Island, bike ride, the best margarita and clam bake.