Move on.

This is my ‘moving on post.’  It’s mid-July and I’m in a little hotel room on the beach in Denia, Spain.  This is quite the surprise, because I thought I was going to spend my summer in lovely Hastings on Hudson, doing chores, cleaning house for my two daughters and otherwise slowly going crazy.  I even took a job at the local bike shop Saturdays, chatting up customers and doing scut work and basic tune-ups and repair.

I should show up for work again in a few days, but instead I’ll be heading to Madrid with my sweetie for a little museum tour before my triumphant return to the quotidian life of the middle class in Hastings.  No bike shop photos, but I did take this one of a shelf full of bicycles meticulously handcrafted out of wire and plastic cable housing.

bicicletas in Denia
Bicicletas de cable en denia

Myriam and I have spent two days now sunning on the beach, snorkeling, and strolling through Denia and its lively street markets (as in this photo from a stall selling jewelry by the beach).  All the cares of the world are dissolving in the salt and sun.

Even more exciting, we’ve been wandering around wondering what it would be like to buy an apartment here.  We’ve spent the last twenty years going to Picasent and Valencia, but the families have changed now — the kids are growing up and moving on and the adults don’t all come back to live in Picasent anymore.  We’re an hour away from Valencia by car, two hours by bus.  Wouldn’t we rather spend the summer alternating between city and beach?  It’s a pipe dream right now, but it’s fun to think about the different people who might come visit us for a week or two if we had a wee little apartment in the sun.

Best wishes to all.  Hugs and kisses.