A Girl and Her Tree

  Sunday from Spain, we are headed out somewhere soon.
  I needed to jot down some thoughts.
  One, the political climate will have me off of Facebook for a spell. It hurts my heart and head.
  I do not have to explain myself or my beliefs on a daily basis, or prove anything. I work hard for my party of the people, and will continue to do so. All this back and forth, no changing anyone's mind is sucking the pure joy out of me. It will only be me at the voting booth, having to live with my choice, and my convictions. So peace out FB, I am on vacation.
   I will try and blog once a week, because it is therapy to me, and it's my thoughts, you don't have to click on it to read, again its about choices. I like for all to have options!!
       Grief looms in between each word I type. I miss my brother, Tommy who died a few days ago.
Being far from home, I think increases the sadness, who knows, there is certainly a veil of quiet around me. I worry about my parents, being so lonely. At their age, to suffer this kind of pain, is just too much. At any age to lose a child, is just the end, of a whole person, called you.
  I miss my children and grans, but text often and know they are good. I think I will never be a world traveler, I like three day visits max. We will be in Barcelona for 3 ish weeks. On the other hand, it is a remarkable trip, with much to do, and the hubs to share it with.
   The food, weather, art, churches, people, yogurt!!( yes yogurt, I have found so many new flavors, and it taste better then ours!!) It is a pleasure to experience so much, I just want to share it with all of the people I love. ( And if you are reading this, it may be you!!)
      I think the food is clean and fresh, and I adore going to grocery store on the way home. Walk to everything, ( my legs ache in a good way??!!)
      we have traveled by plane, train, taxi and bus. Yesterday on the bus ride to the beach, I was sitting in the older person section ( yes they have one) and apparently I did not look old enough. A women got on the bus, looked like Ethel on, I Love Lucy, and gave me a look and a hiss, and some hand gestures, that said, maybe I should offer her my seat. ( she walked better then I did) She moved on. We stepped off the bus, and I grabbed Bill's arm, " Get me to a church!" He of course...said.."Now."
"Yes damn it, I just had a curse put on me by Ethel Mertz!" He does not even question me, because he knows, I mean business!! So to the holy water I went, Italian, Spanish, Jewish, Southern women, I know a hex when I see one!!!
   The two other quick tid-bits, Picasso is a genius, and he was mean to women and children. At his museum, his early work, middle and late threw me into orbit. The brush strokes, the heavy paint, the different mediums, glorious. There was a collage of apples, made me cry. A yellow house/cottage that was so bright, I stood for hours it felt like, to think how he came about such light. Even his cubist things, not my cup of tea, were much more fascinating to my eye. I hope you have a museum to go to, near you, walk the aisle of brilliant people.
   Last but not least, the Mediterranean Sea, called me, just like all bodies of water. So calm and strong she is.
  The thing I will remember most, is the lone lady, under the one palm tree. I laughed, smiled and thought, you have the right idea. Away from the world, yet right in the middle of it. You and your tree, tuned out to everything but the sun and water. I hope you have wonderful thoughts laying right where you are. We left the Beach, I got to thinking, maybe she was passed out from the night before, I should have checked her pulse!!! Nah, she is a happy warrior woman, under her tree, whom I will never forget.
  Until later,
  Adios