No time for fear, but still-
We were invited to dinner last night. It was lovely. Everything was beautiful, everyone amusing, the food was superb. Today the weather was glorious, 18 degrees and sun. Now the moon is shining on the pool and the sky is incredibly clear- just stunning. We’re now invited to lunch and/or dinner every day until we leave. Busyness keeps the nostalgia away (which is a good thing). Except at night.
This is my last weekend in my house. The place in the world where I’ve been the happiest. Villa l’Africaine was my baby. So much has happened here. I don’t know what the future will bring, but if it’s anything like the past 15 years, I’ll be okay. Mike seems incredibly confident in my abilities (which I find rather frightening. )
Looking back, it’s all been quite wonderful- the good and the bad. An explosion of living, or many explosions, to be precise. A meek and mild existence was never a consideration.
In other news, I LOVE the car. Even better, the dogs love the car. We took out three of the seven seats so they can walk around. We also put floor cushions down. The leather upholstery was done beautifully. And we can just wipe mud/dirt off very easily. It’s perfect.
Tomorrow we pack the blackamoor, the mirrors, and everything we’re going to be using at the temporary rental- and that’s it. Then we eat and drink a lot, and leave Thursday evening. It takes longer to drive through Seville, but that’s how I want to go. Seville, Madrid, Irun and then we’re in France.
And as I sat chewing fuet at the penthouse in Marbella- fifteen years ago, I still had no idea life could turn out to be so extraordinary.
My Mazamet 
I don’t think fear is necessarily it- anticipation with a little edge, perhaps-
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Though we’ve not met in person yet, I also have complete faith in your ability to create a new life in France with the proper amounts of excitement and relaxation. I’ve made it back to America in one piece: the only casualty was my watch chain. Apparently the suitcase zipper crept open a little during transit and the watch fell out, but the chain clasp caught on the zipper, sacrificing the chain itself but saving the watch. I hate carrying anything in my pockets when I fly, and this is the result.
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“I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing….only I will remain”
🙂
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-hugs- No matter how often I re-read Dune, that is the quote that stays with me.
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The next chapter of your interesting life is about to begin…..& I hope the insomnia isn’t too bad in your last few nights. xx
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Our only regrets are of the things we didn’t do.
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wow, I was wondering where you had gone to…I think I have missed a lot…glad I found you again….
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No one wants a mini van… Until they get a mini van. Then you wonder how you lived without it. Tell your dogs that the Faust doggies say “hi”. Send me a selfie of you road tripping with the poochies with the background.
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