For those who tell me I should write a book. About travel and spirituality.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Away we go, and here we are
Random flashes of half formed thoughts - a disabled Scottish lady who needed help with the bus and wheelchair at the airport. Had a lovely conversation about children, grandchildren and Scotland. A deaf woman who couldn't seem to get the gate keeper to understand that her problem wasn't whether she spoke English or Spanish, but that she would not hear the flight announcment and needed other than auditory notice. Sun over clouds on the approach to Madrid. Hauling massive amounts of luggage through the Metro System to our hotel. Knowing we look so American. But then, we are. Three teen age female delinquents trying to steal my fanny pack, the feeling of being surrounded by a swarm of sharks and not being able to get out of the middle of the current, but surving with all possessions. Leea giving them the evil eye, them acting like we were imaginingg the whole thing. Another lady giving us visual clues that what we thought just happened did in fact happen. Almost crying in a bar over a cafe con leche, because it was sooo good and I am sooo blessed.
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