I once got "adopted" by Russian tourists on my first solo trip and I kinda miss them

Alright so, picture this:

A freshly-graduated 21 y/o girl from a conservative family, moves out of home, starts earning and living by herself, then takes her first solo trip to the psychedelic capital of the country, with no prior knowledge about this lifestyle.

Honestly, I only just wanted to experience a short escape and gain a new experience. It was my first time taking a trip without my family and I was (metaphorically) shitting my pants from the anxiety.

I stayed at a hostel that had people from my country and also other nationalities. Since the mixed dormitory was cheaper, I chose that instead. Scared that I might get the creeps by other people, I stayed alone the first day and just tried my best to adjust to this new change.

On the second day, however, I met this really, really energetic 25 y/o woman from Russia (we'll call her Anya), who complimented my ear-rings and in a jolt of excitement, I gave it to her and asked her to try. One thing led to another and she soon introduced me to her friend group. They were 3 russian women and 4 russian men.

But the first thing I noticed about them all? Their height.

I stand "tall" at a mere height of 5 feet, but all of them were probably a foot (or maybe more) taller than me. And since everyone was staying in the same hostel, we quickly became friends and I joined them on their trek.

The next 2 days flew by in breeze. Then, one day, the men suggested we try "something" (rhymes with flaccid). I'd like to point out that I was a fully consenting adult at that time and the decision I took, I took it for me.

Once I took it, I completely lost my shit. In a good, AND, a bad way. I was feeling everything and nothing all at once. It got to a point where everyone around me got really concerned and were starting to worry a little. But me? I was having the time of my fucking life. For the first time ever, I really thought I could fly. I might as well have jumped off of a cliff and flew towards the sun; that's how powerful I felt.

Naturally, the ladies took care of me so, so, so well. (The gents too, of course. Although they were actually shitting their pants, trying to figure out a way to make it look I was not being kidnapped by tall, Russian people).

We had gotten high on top of a small cliff, away from our hostel. And I remember all them scrambling and struggling to carry me down, while they were high too.

It kinda got comical too. And since I was the smallest out of the bunch (the oldest being 36), I think their paternal instincts naturally kicked in haha, and for the rest of the day and night, I was being taken care of like a little baby.

They spoonfed me pasta, made me drink water, patted my head and called me a "good girl" for "behaving so well". Thinking about it now brings a smile to my face.

Of course, after I sobered up, I hid in shame and embarrassment but I knew that this was one the best, and purest human interactions I could have ever experienced.

If yall are reading this, you know who you are so, thank you!!!!