Holidays

At peace

What season is it?

High: 85 degrees F
Weather: Sunny
Season: Spring?

It sure feels like summer today and I am not complaining one bit! The transition from the cold, dark, days of winter to the bright, warm, and sunny days of spring makes spring my favorite season. However, I love the heat of summer… so this is perfect! The birds are singing, the flowers are blooming, and we are on yet anothermini-vacation.

To take advantage of this gorgeous weather on my day off, I bought a hammock. When I was in high school, I fell in love with hammocks. As a graduation present to myself, I bought one and spent hours and nights sitting in it with one of my best friends. On warm summer nights a hammock was the perfect solution to relaxation, and relax is what we did! Then today, I did it again… enjoying the sounds of the birds and the bees (and the moon up above?) and the prehistoric looking insects.

I also enjoyed reading about the New Rules of Marketing and PR on my awesome Kindle.

And I couldn’t help it… the light was too pretty not to take some self snapshots.

MMmmmmhmmm: happiness.

 

Antonina

Candids

There really are not words to go with this photo, at least for me. My host mom colored her hair last week, and here she is relaxing against a tree as the Priest is doing the traditional Day of the Dead blessings. We waited about 4 hours for him to get to us- but he’d been going for 2 additional hours and had about one more to go.

My host mom is awesome. That’s all.

Maria

It’s amazing what a year does

One year ago Pavel, the love of Maria’s life, died.
One year ago, his funeral was difficult to attend because his death was unexpected and it was so apparent in Maria’s face just how much pain she was going through.

One year later, Maria is smiling:
One year ago, the Priest was greeted with tears as guests waited outside in the unexpected cold weather (and snow flurries):
One year later, the Priest entered the home and was greeted with smiles and laughter and warm weather, with guests waiting outside because it was warmer to be outside than inside, where we would be commemorating his death/life/soul:

One year ago, this room was empty except for a casket where Pavel was resting inside, a small table for food and wine, and a grieving friend.
One year later, it was filled with food, friends, and a loving ceremony blessing in which everyone present said prayers and blessed his soul.
…Once the ceremony was finished, it was time to eat (and drink, because what is a Moldovan masa without wine!?)


One year ago, the road was cold, dark, and it seemed so lonely:
One year later, sometimes it may seem like there is no one on the road with you, but even if you are the only one on the road, you’re still on the road… so keep on moving. At least the sun is shining!
Even though I no longer am greeted by HELLO AMERICA! as I enter Maria’s house, I am now greeted with a smile and a, OH, HELLO CATE! from Maria. I still love this couple, even if the couple is technically a single now.
So much can change in just ONE YEAR. Let it change. Let it happen. Because it will, no matter what.