Woke up: La Cruz de Huanacaxtle, Mexico
Went to sleep: La Cruz de Huanacaxtle, Mexico
Today the last of my company from Portland went home. I am taking a vow of silence for the next 72 hours. If I had a penny for each of the words I spoke and each of the words I listened to, with three women on the boat for 13 days, I would be a very rich person.
We talked about everything from “What do you see when you gaze into the stars?” To “Under what circumstances is it okay to kill a mosquito?” I think I spent my daily word allowance for the next decade.
It was very fun. Belly laughs and dancing in the salon to tunes from the movie Begin Again with Adam Levine.
I’m very grateful for the many wonderful pictures dear Lynda took and left with me. She sees more color and texture and detail in a single pillow than I could see if I was hit over the head with it. And, I love Robin Smith for her deep felt, genuine, kindness and compassion.
I’m grateful that despite my character defects of judgment and intolerance I was able to behave as a gracious hostess for the duration.
Maybe, forget the pennies. I feel as rich and full as anyone can feel. “Gracias, mi Amigas!”