Our friends Arnelle and Roger have a home far off the main road, smack dab in the middle of Wonderland. Their centuries-old, glorious stone home is surrounded by nature, and if you cannot unwind there, you might as well kiss that idea goodbye. I took a two-hour nap—AFTER breakfast! Unheard of yet ever so divine.
On the last morning of our stay, I opened the kitchen window to let the day in and, without warning, watered the sill with the happiest tears. The way the sunlight came through the trees, the scent of figs, grapevines, and earth swirling around me, the crispness of the air filling my lungs, the last hoot of the night owl calling in the distance, reminding me summer is ending, gave me a feeling of well-being and gratitude for the generosity of our friends.
You know when the window of life opens, giving you an unexpected glance at something indescribable beyond, and it seeps into you something needed but not known—something tangible in an intangible way.
That is how it felt that last morning, and it hasn’t left me.
The gift of a sweet holiday.
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