España aka home

 

Arrived in Alicante airport September 6th, last into Alicant airport around 1999..

First time August 3rd 1988.. So funny, can't remember why I walked into a room sometimes a d remember dates! Well, just normal and unfortunately know, through work, all the other reasons why parts of our brains remember, or sadly, forget..

Above photograph was the full moon last week, not exactly clear and without my good camera a very poor view of it!

Was so good to see my friend, been too long, and had been too long, and too late.. also.

We should remember every single morning we are lucky enough to wake up, that this day, today, is the day! It is the only day, love it, embrace it, cover those we care about and love with praise and beautiful words. 

If unfortunately tomorrow never comes, there will be no bad words, no unspoken thoughts.. 

I was lucky, we were lucky, nothing left unsaid, nothing bad spoken; but still I wish we could have had more.. of our life..

Sorry, this took a turn I didn't mean to take, it's being here... Sat now as I write at Bar Cruz, and my ghosts surround me.

Maybe as much as I miss here, wish I was here more, wonder what if...

I know beyond doubt I made the right choice, living with my ghosts here is not healthy.

Beautiful views from my friends home, we walked and talked and I met some lovely people, friends good for her, and that we need, for sure.

Again I am so very thankful for mine, wouldn't be here without them.

Obviously photograph beneath should be at the top! But hey! Bite me! As they say! Thinking of a pin I have now..  a gingerbread man, who has a chunk taken out of his leg! Because someone did!

Journey continues, as I am now down back home as aforementioned, and surrounded by my friends.. Sun's up, it's been very warm, as September can be.. but cooler at night thankfully..

I have already spent time staying with two friends, two very different locations, both beautiful.

Y ahora, café y charla y amistad. 

M.

DON QUIXOTE

MIGUEL DE CERVANTES SAAVEDRA

"When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies? Perhaps to be too practical is madness. To surrender dreams this may be madness. Too much sanity may be madness and maddest of all: to see life as it is, and not as it should be!"