“I try to stay sober and then I see a beautiful flower.” This is one of my thoughts that I wrote down on July 8th and just found. This was before Spain. I was already getting in the zone here on Vashon.
A good robust response to beauty is a beautiful thing, yes? And I know that we all felt that because we all laughed AND cried all the way across that beautiful country where we were in and out of beautiful churches, and met beautiful people and had beautiful surprises. That looks all good to me. Love, Felipe.
That is a beautiful quote, Compadre! And that photo brought back some lovely memories of our last night in Mansilla de las Mulas, with dinner prepared by Chef Sherif. I never saw you again but, next morning at a wonderful cafe blasting Beethoven on a loudspeaker, who should appear but Sherif and then Kelly and then Ans! Camino miracles everywhere.
Camino miracles everywhere! That’s what we are shooting for MM. Salude! Love, Sir Felipe.
I think the proper toast is Salud! But I’ll drink to either one.