You remember the "holiday"? A friend told me this year that he remembered with nostalgia the days when we lost track of time, where Monday was Wednesday and Thursday was Sunday. Where you could play every day and at any time.
Since our departure, each week goes by amplifying the feeling of having solved the "holiday". The sun on tappe Betty reminds us that it's summer. The Oregonian coast beaches and California, we follow the past three weeks, are there to force us to win the day. Their waves lash us, we spray their cradle, their landscapes put us in a soothing and gentle trance.
Yet something was missing to be truly on vacation. We felt a trip, we lived the excitement of discovery. But the nonchalance that makes you whole, this whole being lazy makes you spend hours on the same seat, head in the shade, a cool drink at Sirotti, remained sidelined by any feeling guilt instilled by the conventions.
And then we've found, or found, friends and family. And the holiday began in earnest. Sheltered from the decision of the society towards lazy and sometimes surrounded by a stunning love, we have spent the last two weeks to let us carry through life so paisaible and contagious.
We can not do justice to these moments with a simple factual description. Touches of color on a table would be more appropriate. Or words thrown randomly on a sheet, to draw the contours of marriage to Tom (my brother) and Rachel, who was closely followed by the visit that we provide at this time to Eric, in Carlsbad, CA.
Words such as music, dance and laughter, and as far west, barn and square dance, like Lucky Luke, as if there was. Colors like pale green bridesmaids dresses, off-white tinged with dark blue of the dress of the bride who dance with her jeans underneath the skirt; feelings as consolation to find my parents at the other end of the world, or as a condition to meet people who you résonent without seeming to do and leave marks on your heart ephemeral and intense, the gestures as "hugs" in American where you feel your body against the other body which is moved too, or gestures like crying, joy, sorrow or emotion, depending on people and dependent moments. If a family consists of people who love each other, then our family has greatly expanded in meeting all these pure souls who have found themselves around the fire to celebrate love, just not nice goats and chickens a little crazy.
emails exchanged freely and intensely now between people who have crossed a few hours and that open their hearts to each other a great way to say thank you, thank you for these moments of oxygen, truth, purity. Nico and me during that time, digest this intensity in the shadow of the solar panels of the little house of Eric. The last few days have passed between DVD and pancakes, French toast, brownie ... The heart is also in the kitchen. Eric Papa took us to Legoland, the beach and the ice cream. Summer vacation? Yes, we remember very well.
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