I’m supposed to be a decent writer. At least people tell me I am.
But there are things beyond words, things that fill your heart with a bouquet of feelings that words can’t grasp.
I spent the Easter holiday in a heavenly retreat where the cell phones can’t penetrate, where I rejected TV or any other aggressive intrusions from the mundane.
I listened to people with beautiful minds share their views on various things…
I laughed my head off with people who are professional entertainers, but now they were entertaining friends.
I ate probably the best food in years. Simple, clean, natural. It was full of taste, nutritious and… lovable. Yes, food can be lovable.
Though I moved my ass only from the restaurant to bed to boat to another restaurant to the chaise longue, I didn’t gain 1 gram.
All I heard was laughter, happy people, good music, frogs and mocking birds…
Though there were atrocious amounts of various spirits available, I didn’t feel like drinking. I didn’t want anything to numb my senses.
I didn’t want to miss any of the splendors around me.
I was telling Anca that I think the views that impressed me most in life were Sagrada Familia and the Danube Delta.
God was definitely supervising both projects!
