It’s been a good day. The kind of day that, as an expat, helps to justify your choices. The choices that in your darker moments you agonise over, like: What the hell am I doing here away from so many of the people that I love and who love me?
I think that it is ok to say that sometimes things are just a bit shit. My cheeky, chirpy brand of blog doesn’t not really allow for too much gloomy introspection (and rightly so, to protect the guilty), but I think that it is ok for me to say that the winter has been a bit shit. I mean for us… it’s not like it has been a particularly hard winter here, it hasn’t. But we have not had a great few months. No details supplied, but those close to us know that it hasn’t been great.
And then the sun comes out and chases it all away? Well, it’s not quite like that, but the sun certainly helps. And in Southern Spain we have sun. In glorious abundance.
And so back to today. Today we slept until past 8am – a new thing that has been happening recently. We had breakfast on the terrace for the second morning in a row. I had a just brilliant massage, while Bibsey was with the childminder, and then mooched about town in the sun picking up bits and bobs until it was time to collect her. This is re-learned behaviour.
Fast forward to Baby Yoga this evening: it wan’t too stressful. For once the kids weren’t taking lumps out of each other and we got to lie on the floor for a bit imagining blue light and breathing while the little people did some drawing.
Today it seemed that it was beautiful everywhere I looked. As I drove up and down the hill the view in all my mirrors was of mountain and sky. And of course of my little chick spreading snack grub all over the back seat (rear view).
And this evening at home, the cherry on the icing on the cake was having tea with the kid and the mister on the terrace again. After tea Bibsey climbed up on the steps, as high as she could get, opened her arms wide and shouted “stawberry!” at the mountain. Over and over again. God love her.
I have no film of this. I wish I did. But if I had rushed off to get the camera I would have missed some of it. So, all I can offer by way of illustration is a picture of the chick and yet another gratuitous picture of the mountain.
Just popping back to revisit this post of last night and ask the question: What would you shout at the mountain? If you were feeling free and uninhibited and wanted to shout out, what would your word(s) be?