Thursday, April 25, 2013

Somewhere over the ocean

The cheese is Brie, the wine Tempranillo , the bread fresh. We are out of the country . I often feel that I was born in the wrong place. Europe feels like home. Make no mistake. I love my Northwest life. It's home. My support systems abound and my true loves live there, (except for the guy sitting next to me).
So this opportunity provides time out of mind to quote BD. and we'll see where it leads. Many have waxed on about the spiritual transformations that have come their way. I am holding the space open. Quien sabe? I'm happy to be here and share the wisdom I gain from others.

Meanwhile, the flight attendant gave us an extra bottle of wine to share. Why? Because I spoke to her in Castillan bad Spanish or because she saw our packs?

We're playing Scrabble and eating caramel corn- about to go to sleep. We
land in Madrid at 7am on Thursday.

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