Sunday, June 24, 2018
Variations on the Melody of Love. Part 1
I'm laying down my deepest thoughts here - mainly as a way of processing them as they are all rather new and at times unexpected and often so poignant that they take my breath away.
I've written of the plans for these past 11 days here. I've now returned from this trip. Exhausted in many ways, not least of which is that old woman syndrome that thinks driving 3,500k in 11 days is just the same as when she was 60. Not so. Toll on body and mind is, how shall I put it, excessive. But I made it.
I reached the cabin we had rented on Friday, June 13th. My friend hadn't arrived yet, even though she had texted me (a new skill I had taught her) that morning. A slight panic ensued as this leg of her trip should have taken, longest, 6 hours and I was now looking at 8. A man pulled onto the driveway in a truck just as my panic mounted.
"Your friend has followed me down here," he said, "I found her lost on the highway." He looked serious.
First intimations of trouble. She had three GPS units in her car in case one broke down.
Soon enough, Lana pulled in behind him, laughing.
"This handsome dude went out of his way to guide me here!" she said as she climbed out of her vehicle. We bade farewell to Dude, very handsome and kind.
She looks down at the cabin (gorgeous) below on the water.
"You have a lovely place here!" she says as she hugs me.
"Well, we do," I say, "You and I rented it for the week."
"We did? Oh yes, that's right."
We negotiate the many wooden steps down with our belongings and quickly select our bedrooms. She upstairs, me downstairs. The place is lovely, very large but homey with an unexpected bonus - we have our own beach.
I make coffee in the kitchen and she joins me.
"I must say," she says, giving me another hug, "You sure know how to pick lovely places. How long have you lived here?"
And so the week begins.
See Part 2 here