The guardian of the Caravanlutian
Church is taking an interest in us – she keeps the wind at bay and confines the
rain to our sleeping moments – she even allows us to sleep through the constant
chatter of her devotee that resides in the adjacent lot of this delightful caravanesi
– if I was to believe just half of the facts that he expounded then I would be
a universal expert on all matters that may be of interest to mankind – the tolerance
of his partner is a source of amazement to me!
The sun rises early and gently
warms the area – so gently that she avoids agitating the winds so that the
river is calm and the environment of the river a delight to all mankind.
A chair is moved to the riverside - the birds are watched – the fisherpeople are watched – the ferry is watched – the flowers on the river bank are watched – the head goes back – the sun warms the back – time passes in an instant.
Stroll 50 metres down to the café
for coffee – stroll back home – sit on the chair again – relax – read - do nothing
– relax – enjoy – enjoy.
Stroll to the café again – lunch –
stroll back – relax – read – listen to PG Wodehouse – do nothing – listen some
more – relax – enjoy – enjoy.
So this is what it is all about! –
perhaps a day of enlightenment! – didn’t miss the Hilton a bit!
Your development of appreciation is positively frightening.
ReplyDeleteAndrew - please be assured that if you are so inclined you are absolutely welcome to take the van and experience all of the privations that Bernie and I experienced on this aquatic adventure!
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