The Spot
Along with my daily rituals that I look forward to – my two cups of pu ehr and a bowl of gluten free granola with goat’s milk yogurt, the beach with Africa looming on the other side of the blue blue water, heavy lunches with multiple glasses of Verdejo – my new favorite white wine – beach walky talkies with friends near dusk, gin tonics at night and all the reading that happens here – I’ve found something else noteworthy.
My friend had a skiing accident and is laid up downstairs in her brother’s half of the house while her apartment upstairs with its fuchsia sofa and terrace overlooking the sea and mountain is empty – until now – I came here today to work on my book and feel as if I have stolen away into a writer’s Valhalla.
Truly, I have found the SPOT and now I will have to juggle between my vapid beach existence and my desire to write here. Lucky me.