Relaxation and Freedom...
Today I discovered a route to the grassy field with the strip of tartan track which did not involve running along the beach...
It was slightly chilly when I set off, at 23 degrees.... I laughed out loud as I wrote that!
I was earlier than usual as we were going on an outing to the airport with Pru later on...
I headed onto the golf course, avoiding arcs of water from the sprayers, which were watering the grass with great gusto...
The course was busy with green keepers, who waved at me, already a familiar figure on their terrain, even after only a few visits...
I ran to the edge, onto a road, crossed a bridge and then wiggled my way through a maze of peaceful streets with beautiful villas standing tall, side by side...
I kept the sea as near as possible, avoiding that beach with the sinking sand!
And then 'abracadabra', there was the long red wall with the tartan strip the other side; I joyfully did laps on the grass, including the track too... I was followed on my circuits by a Spanish man, and watched by early morning breakfasters and coffee drinkers....
I feel very free running each day in vest and shorts, and reports of rainy England do not make me pine for my homeland...
I laughed out loud again writing that line....
I often laugh as I write, so it seems I at least get pleasure from writing all this down...!
'Wow that looks fun' - Anadi has just exclaimed... Looking up I see a paraglider with a bright orange, yellow and black sail, zooming overhead with an engine on his craft..
Freedom personified is all around us...
People in holiday mode, boats on the sea, people swimming, people drinking cocktails...
Relaxation and freedom... Glimpsed, not always fully lived once away from the energy of holiday...
We are sitting on a terrace with a man playing Spanish flamenco music on his guitar...
Earlier I called my brother for a chat and I described my view to him...
'I'm sitting on a wall looking out over a sunny scene of sea, with palm trees all around me...'
'You're like Ali...' He said.
Ali is my tenty seven year old nephew, Stuart's son...
'Why am I like Ali?' I asked... 'Because he lives with no fixed abode, doing what he likes around the world... Just like you...'
