. . . I just want to go home. But then, when I am home, some days . . . I just want to run away. So that´s the way some days go, whether you're dealing with the day-to-day in Ibiza or Camas.
I had no illusions about life on the road, so it doesn´t bother me or send me searching for last-minute airfares. And really, I´d just as soon deal with the squabbling kids and the makeshift meals and missing my grandsons while looking out my window at the Mediterranean Sea than watching the bunnies on my lawn at home (also a treat, truth be told.) I knew, too, before I left, that I would miss the demands of daily life at home, simply because it gives my days purpose and structure. Here, we create purpose and structure from travel brochures and whims of the moment, and while that has its own appeal, it is a different lifestyle and it requires submission to its peculiar realities to really work. Mostly, it´s working for us. But some days . . .
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I love the different voices of your blog. It reminds of reading "The Poisonwood Bible." Not the plot, the different voices. I'm always fascinated at how some authors can write so that you only hear the voice of their choosing, not just their own.
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I meant to say that I can always tell who is writing, even though you don't usually sign the posts.
ReplyDeleteI love the picture of the girls in the sea. I think I'll use it on my computer as a summer background. Cool to see Rock of Gibraltar.
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