The first day of my year really; we were travelling yesterday.
Car, plane, car, home.
I have resolved to begin the year as I mean to go on – writing, getting up earlier, running, making more money and losing some bloody weight. After a week in England I feel like a pig stuffed with a pork-stuffed pig. Just a couple of months ago I felt great after a summer of morning runs and day-long lungfuls of fresh sea air. I’ve already messed up on the second resolution by forgetting to reset my phone to Spanish time, but I’ll get a run in today, or at least a 6km walk for my out-of-practice legs.
It was a heady holiday. Against the backdrop of roads, streets and housing estates from my adolescence, we had a gathering; we formed a group that hadn’t been in the same room at the same time for many a year. With the new additions we were four generations; it felt as if a loose thread, left over from a long read chapter, had emerged once again in the weave.
Hospitality; I wrote about it a few weeks ago. Do you remember? Did I sound like I knew what I was talking about? Boy did I not know what I was talking about. More