The children have arrived. They bring enthusiasm with them and youth. Our adult children are happy, in love with this island almost as much as we are; with its hills, beaches and rainbows.
The Rocker was about five when he first tagged along on this journey. I remember him talking to a parrot in a cafe, and kindly accepting the offer of a boogie board from a stranger on the beach. He bounced around in the back of a Mini Moke, until he could steer his own scooter into town.
At first we thought there was nothing here for him to “do.” Twenty odd years ago, there was no entertainment, no TV, no video games, no mini golf! But before we knew this would be good for our family, we became unplugged here. And we talked.
People still ask us what we “do” all day long, we simply smile.
We read books. We play backgammon. And we still swim every day. And we try to read the French daily newspaper. His French teacher would be so proud. Ms Cait, our other daughter, has been practicing her French language skills. There is the food of course.
But we miss the Bride and her family. Their schedule didn’t allow a vacation in March. I’m hoping the big Nashville freeze is melting away the winter. That crocus are lurking beneath the ice.
Spring is on the horizon.