I was enjoying the inner child in me when the carousel started to move. I looked at Fabio and I couldn't help cracking up while I watched him as if he was already giving up and totally over the rides we had just explored!
He was holding the vertical handlebar, leaning his head on it, while his tongue was out, and he was sweating. His face looked exhausted, stressed, and dizzy as f*ck. He was like a wilted vegetable. Vulnerable and no more energy.
After the ride stopped, I finally gave him a break. I did not pull him to another ride nor have plans to bring him to another set of extreme rides. Somehow, I sympathized with him and considered his being no longer well, so I let him rest as he sat on one of the benches.
I volunteered to get us some water bottles and when I returned to where he
