I had booked online and decided to give htis place a try. Without air conditioning, the breeze coming through the open window, the sound of the swaying palm trees, I am transported back to my parents home. The villa calla seems like a home, the layout its furniture and its gardens, are all very familiar.
We are on the flight path, but the infrequent flights are not disturbing. The hum of the traffic is far in the distance.
I realize we have free will, and when we surrender that will and its thoughts, then we too feel as if we are spirited and free.
I go for a walk, I check my emails, write an articel for Luknow Tribune. I hear the sound of the blender, out walks Carlos with this drink.
I remind myself to find the exact spellings so I can locate it on the internet.