Friday, October 24, 2014

Stranded in Frankfurt

We have been in a queue at Frankfort airport for almost four hours now, waiting to be re-routed. Fog in northern Europe is wreaking havock on air travel today.

Sister D. and her husband had previously had their travel plans changed and must sleep in Toronto tonight. At this point, a room at the Sheraton Flughafen would be much appreciated...

If only wishing made it so.

Am reading: The Heist by Daniel Silva, this, a recommendation from Sister D. And brother-in-law, both die-hard fans of the adventures of Israeli spy Gabriel Allon. The reading is helping pass time very nicely.



Sunday, October 19, 2014

Countdown Begins

Five sleeps before we lock the door to our cozy little home in Provence and head home to our normal life. This is always a trying time. Cleaning and readying our apartment for renters, saying goodbye to friends...

We came home from Venice on Friday early evening after a small accident on the highway left us shaken.  

Last chance to... buy old things: We went to a vide-grenier (village-wide garage sale) in a neighboring town and said goodbye to our friend Nelly. Nelly deals in antiques and when you make a purchase from her, you also get a story about the history of the piece.  We kissed and made a promise to share a meal together next year.

Last chance to see the waterfall: Later, we hiked the 1.5 kilometers along our town's river to the waterfall.  Halfway through our walked I heaved a heavy sigh and realized how tense I had been.

This enchanted forest is like a setting from a child's storybook.

Brother-in-law T. walking ahead of me.

At the end of the walk the lovely waterfall is both dramatic and symbolic.  The waters rushing down are like tears releasing tension, washing away preoccupations.
Nature reminded me to slow down and to live in the moment, not to anticipate too much.  The tug-of-war between enjoying the moment and organizing the departure keeps me on my toes. Life's just like that isn't it? It's a dance that demands strength and control as well as fluidity.



Wednesday, October 15, 2014

In Venice

In order to do Venice justice, you have to walk and walk to appreciate all of her facades.
Late morning view.

Pigeons seem tame.

Even some small streets are chic.

Vistas from the opposite side are just as breathtaking.

Gondoliers cry: Gondolaaaaa!

Ventians garden however they can.

Some streets belie every day life.

Gondolieri are very chummy and chatty with each other.

You park your boat.

Moorish windows abound.

Postcard beauty at every turn. Late afternoon view.

The view from the bridge is a privileged one.
Stella la turista