We moved on Christmas Eve when Tere called to let us know her current renters, students, had left early for their summer vacation. She even sent her gardener in his truck to collect us! We are a block above Pelluco's beach, and so far the noise of the late night discos is only troublesome once in a while. Here, I have walked up from the bus stop on the beach road, the
costanera:
(Some days there's a horse tethered on the grassy area at the edge of the beach. )
Now, looking up the street, there's a beautiful living fence,
una cerca viva, of pittisporum that's just below Tere's gate.
I have a key that unlocks the small door beside the gate, and there is our casita, surrounded by flowers and trees. The air is so good here ... no diesel fumes from the street.
The lower window is our bedroom; the upper is one of two small bedrooms on the second floor. I've adopted this one for my
oficina. Life is good!
2019. In retirement from some work, while immersed in other work, I want to keep on keepin' on with putting my writings out to you. Old stuff, new stuff, how does it all come together?
The sailboat Richard and I built together, sailed together, and then agreed he would take her on his own dream voyage ... has been sold to a new captain. I want to continue writing the story of that boat, S/V Abrazo, now in Sitka, AK.
Our adopted country, Chile, resonates in contacts with friends made there. Richard maintains a longing to visit there again, and maybe that observatory in the Atacama desert lures strongly enough to draw me back there, too.
My journals, and files full of thoughts and observations, yearn to be shared.
That's three blog sources. Enough for now. Goddesses grant me respite from the farm chores, and energy for the writing chores. Gloryosa!
