MountainMornings

Very soon we’ll be heading home. No more rooster wake-up call, no more chocolate croissants to start the day. The Love Bug and I will be wishing on the same stars in different American cities.  

But this morning I’d rather make a gratitude list:

I’m thankful we’ve had no news from the states. 

We turned on International CNN once, and at first I was relieved not to hear a certain GOP name. Then it appeared North and South Korea were planning a nuclear holocaust so we switched it off and never did that again. 

I’m thankful to have had this time with my adult children and their loved ones. To slow down, to speak French, to jump in the waves. 

I’m thankful Bob can still drive the roller coaster roads on this island. 

As Easter and Passover loom into sight, I’m happy to believe in rebirth in the figurative sense. Vacations have a way of giving us another perspective on our lives. 

But just in case rebirth is less metaphorical, I’d like to return to this world as a pelican.