As much as I would have hated to admit it out loud, Marcel had been right. Actually, he had been more than right—I was starving. It turns out that you did indeed get hungry quite fast whenever you were busy doing something that took a lot of your energy, and in this case, it was this hike that we were currently on, this hike that should have been no more than a walk. I should have known that him and I would have a different viewpoint, a different definition for what a hike was. I just hadn’t thought that we would…
“Do you need some more water?”
The question came from Marcel, of course, since he was much farther up the trail than I was, and I was sure that he would have finished it by now if he hadn’t made sure to stop every now and again to wait for me. And as much as I
