A Tale of Two Countries
The tears mixed with the soft rain as I walked through Alameda Park on my way to the Pilgrim's Office for my final dinner with my housemates. This morning waiting on the platform for my train to Madrid my eyes started to fill again. I have two homes and love two countries. I never understood how a person could love two people romantically, but I think I understand now. Every time I leave Spain, I mourn the leaving and wonder if I will ever see her again.
I'm excited to be going back to my home in California, the love of my life and best friend, my children and grandchildren, my friends human, and my sea creature friends. But to go there, I have to leave here. Right now it seems like it is getting more and more difficult to leave, each time I'm here.
For those who know me well, you know that tears are a rare occurrence for me. I know people who cry at the drop of a hat. It has always mystified me. Perhaps I have just been blessed with a life with little to cry about. I do know that leaving Spain is becoming evermore a heartbreaking experience.
