A Birthday Across The Miles

Our precious granddaughter was turning one an ocean away. We thanked the Lord for her and prayed He would bless her each and every day of her life. We wrote a special Spanish postcard and mailed it to her to commemorate her special day. Over breakfast, we reminisced about her birth and smiled over the sweetness she has brought to our lives.

The weather had been quite unpredictable, but God opened the sky allowed the Spanish sun shine on us for our morning walk to the boat rental pier. We found some ‘comfortable’ rocks and hung out for the morning – people watching and reading. Before we knew it, lunch time was waiting and we enjoyed delish salad and fresh fruit before finding a sunbed and our places for the afternoon siesta.

The iPod was tuned to beautiful praise music and my Beloved was snorkelling looking for special rocks to add to our collection. While we were resting, we had left the ‘do not disturb’ sign on our door. When I returned to the room to get something, I was shocked to see 3 overzealous maids trying to make sense out of motorcyclists’ gear and papers…no.no.no…non merci….(I think they are a little bilingual, like me, with French being the connector)…are you sure? YES. (I’m thinking – get out and don’t touch this stuff…I was really worried they would upset my flowers, really).

After a wonderful afternoon soaking in the Spanish sun, we reluctantly left our seaside repose and freshened up for dinner – no dress up clothes hiding in a very small biker’s bag. Following the evening meal, we strolled again with many couples tenderly talking and enjoying the evening. The evening ‘knock off’ gangs come out with the everything from bags to sunglasses to weird little toys. Anything to lure a tourist to buy something for a ‘deal’. We find this type of activity disturbing. The other activity that is bothersome is the amount of graffiti we see everywhere. We don’t understand this society where people come out under the cloak of darkness to sell flee market goods. It completely feels overwhelming and we decided to return to our room to get a start on reorganizing ourselves and reviewing maps for our departure and return to France.

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About Diary of a Changed Woman

Living a blessed life in Canada with my husband on the beautiful shores of Lake Huron. I work as a Human Resources consultant to small business. I love my family - our grandchildren are the loves of my life. I'm a change agent personally and professionally. Change is what I'm about - no matter what!
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