Thus far
England has turned out to be a pit stop. I arrived quite tired from my travels
in Israel and allowed myself to fall into a lackadaisical role of, “Well taken
care of Guest”. I’ve tempered my stay with morning runs, work in Grans garden,
and a little help here and there, otherwise, I’ve allowed myself to be a bit
lazy. I abandoned the drive of “Must Do” and have embraced the evening pint at
a pub after a day of miscellaneous this and that.
The
compulsion of “Must” and “Now” were put on hold in exchange for “Later” and “It’s
not going anywhere”. For ten days I’ve been spoiled by Debbie cooking all my
meals with a smile and driving me to the pubs without question. She’s been a
good friend, gracious and generous. Her father’s open door and hospitality have been
greatly appreciated. Time has passed much too fast. Meeting and spending time
with her significant other, Esteban, and her longtime friend, Will, have enhanced
my stay as I’ve been able to make new friends.
Tomorrow
will mark 11 days which means I must resume my duty of traveler and thinker. I
have a boat load of options, a few invitations, and the blessing of freedom.
The coast of England, the French countryside, the Alps, and the shores of
Belgium are all very likely. My plan is loose. I’ll fly as long as I can on the
wings of a weak U.S. Dollar as I enjoy the lovely situation I am in.
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