Awesome Saturday.
Today, I enjoyed a celebratory lunch at the beach with a dear friend. The restauarnt was jam packed. At least six waiters sprinted in and out of the kitchen. One dropped a wine glass. Some tables were inside, most were outside on the beach. The sea was calm. There was no wind. January on the beach. Incredible !
All the best tables were taken or reserved. A scribbled note on the corner of the paper tablecloth proved the reservation - Alfredo- 14.30- Lecrin, Maria 15.00,Velez, etc.
Could we separate these two tables I asked the head waiter? Hummm was the reply. Great. We got the last seats, inside.
The sun shone. The large elderly senora at the next table, accompanied by two men and a young woman, somehow managed to eat paella without losing her bright orange lipstick.
After sharing a creme caramel with my friend of 18 years, we headed for Lidel, and cat food.
Not having cats, I bought a posh toothbrush along with some organic chocolate and a pair of turquoise pyjamas for going into hospital. I don’t think I’ve worn pyjamas since I was ten. We then had a leisurely nose around the Chinese shop in Salobrena buying exciting things we both really needed. Yes honestly, we both really did need these enchanting little 'things!'
Then finally at about 5pm , we drove home through the awesome gorge.
That’s the very best word I can think of, I told my Dutch friend. Awesome. It’s a Truly Awesome Gorge.
The world felt new. The word felt new. The wind was
gentle. The majestic peaks of the high Sierra Nevada dominated the far
distance. Strong winter sunshine
illuminated the tall bamboo and ancient eucalyptus trees swaying gracefully beside the river. The
gorge enveloped us. Everything living
thing seemed to be shimmering and pulsating . Every little cell in
my body was shouting hooray and thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
As if that wasn’t enough excitement, my friend then really surprised me. She took me to see a house which may be for sale. You gota have a house with a view she said. She knew I was house hunting.
Well ! This has to be a historic day. I literally found the house of my dreams.
And it had a view, and a huge studio -without a roof, yet. It's an unfinished house, that's perfect. Sadly it’s not in the right place though.
But that doesn’t matter. I've had a glimpse into my future just as I release my own house to two lovely people who will rent it for a year. I've seen my new dream for the first time in three dimensions.
May we all see our dreams manifest in the most wonderfully unexpected ways.
Life after chemo, chapter 2 begins.
PS. The verb 'to nose' is used in Scotland to mean to ‘have a bit of a sneaky look around !’ Some people say ‘let’s have a nosey parker here, or let’s have a nosey over there!
Which reminds me. A 12 year old Moroccan boy in Marrakesh 25 years ago said: Good morning Mr and Mrs, I be your guide today thank you. You like to come shuffty to our Marks and Spencer’s (the medina), or you prefer have a nosy around the ruins !!!!! Needless to say this extraordinary little being became out best friend for the next six days. And come to think of it, he saved us from a stabbing !!
Photos thanks to Pinterest. The blue drawing is mine.
