Right now I'm sitting on the corner of a fold out bed in the spare bedroom of my husband's grandfather's sister's apartment in Barletta, Italy. My computer is resting on the edge of a fold out desk that's a part of a bookshelf that I'm sure has been in this family forever and it's probably been in this room for longer than I've been alive. No one here speaks English (nor has any interest in learning). There is zero privacy. Forget about cell phone service. No one has air conditioning and I just ate horse for lunch. I'm not kidding- I literally just ate horse. I guess what I'm getting at is, there's a lot here that would make a normal person feel uncomfortable. I have to admit, even me a year ago would have been super uncomfortable with all of this. But this experience is something I will remember for the rest of my life. And I will remember it with fond memories.
Now the "good" things are really good. They're amazingly good. Simple good things are now the biggest gifts. Gratitude is happening.
Every morning from 9-12 John and I swim in the Adriatic sea. (The first sea we have ever swam in). And this morning in particular, we were both given a clam or oyster or something similar that's from the sea to eat right out of it's shell. (Where am I?) Ah, this is a magical place. The sea was kind enough to give me something to eat!
So I'm grateful. I am grateful for all that is around me. I'm grateful I get to spend every waking moment with the love of my life. I'm so grateful there is always a meal made with love with my name on it at the dinner table that was made for 4 but seats 8. And there is gelato on every corner.
World- I promise to stop, breathe and remember what is good.
Photos of me by my lovely husband.