Absolute relaxation

“We aren’t going anywhere in the car tomorrow.” That was the only real plan we had. We are here on the top of a mountain. A little enclave of buildings. Most of them want more per night than ours does.

Huge and involved breakfast, and after that we walked. We walked and walked. We shouted with sheep and spoke softly with mules. Dogs rowfed and cats examined. We found a church with Tantony and his pig, vast and high ceilinged. Acoustically fascinating. Cold empty and resonant. Come to me my children and I will make you whole and give you pigs.

There was rain and sun and coffee and cakes. We continued until we had covered some good ground and could justify an afternoon of lounging around. They have a sauna here. It’s new and people don’t seem to know about it, so we went and sat in it for ages. Sauna shower sauna shower. That was essentially the rest of the afternoon. Incredibly restful, man made heat when God is being reluctant to provide. By the time I got back to the room my steaming skin was soft as putty and then I got into the jacuzzi bath. The road is well and truly washed off.

This evening, the local restaurant has pretentions to Michelin without the prices to match. A very helpful sommelier, rich considered gorgeous food. Today has been the most effective day of absolute idle hot joy. We still did things but the doing to being ratio was adjusted subtly in favour of being. I’m sometimes a bit too pointed towards do do do but we would have no swing without the be be be. do be do be do. That’s life. I’ve been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet
A pawn and a king, I’ve been up and down and over and out, and I know one thing : Each time I find myself flat on my face,
I pick myself up and get back in the race.

I was flat on my face drooling into a pillow at 5pm. It’ll happen again shortly. But then before I know it I’ll be pushing back up through France and thinking about what to make of this and that and myself and the other and on and on we go.

It’s bedtime. Good God an idle day with Lou here in gorgeous snowy Majorca and I’m so happy for it. A true delight. I’m lighter and heavier all at the same time.

Author: albarclay

This blog is a work of creative writing. Do not mistake it for truth. All opinions are mine and not that of my numerous employers.

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