Drawn by a Star

What I’m especially grateful for today: Finding I have a 3rd cousin in the US. This means we have the same great great grandparents on my Jewish father's side. Appearently he was one of the Tzar's bodyguards. How fascinating is that? Love this pic, but sadly she's not any relation. My dear friend Claire is still in a coma.  She's  peaceful in her Granada hospital bed. My daughter in law loved her three weeks late birthday chocolates, and my grandchildren helped her eat them all. The small white van that reversed into me yesterday in a narrow lane in the village did no more harm than give me two red bruised knees. I finally understand 90% of my writing is just getting clear. I'm grateful for hours spent with paint and pastels messing till the emerging stranger appears, and in a flash of recognition becomes family, and greets me. This is a real prodigal son/daughter moment. A meeting of hearts. Magical. Mysterious.Thrilling.      ...

The  bejewelled baker, a fiesty blond, and a fishmonger -summer adventures in Andalucia. My exploring today wasn’t nearly as intrepid as yesterdays with you Cathy, for many reasons.  One being - I forgot the map! I headed for Cutar where some interesting Danish artists have an arty B&B.  I wanted to check out it out , and I'd  liked the look of their online paintings.  Missing the turning, I  found myself in Olias , miles away  in the direction of Malaga. Olias was gearing up for their anual fiesta weekend. Driving into the small village I immediately spotted a bar/restaurant.  It was almost lunchtime, so I pulled over and parked my car, not brilliantly I admit,  but ok.  I got out, felt hungry, smelled pork, and breathed in the hot dusty air. At the very same moment the fish man  arrived  from the opposite  direction. He  parked abreast of me, blocking the road.  Then the bread van  arriv...