We’ve been home in Fuengirola since Wednesday morning, and we’re trying to get back to normal (OK, our version of normal).
I’m still jet-lagged and feeling a bit like a yo-yo. One moment, energized; the next, exhausted. One moment, content; the next, depressed. Then, back to content again.
I am so grateful for My Mother The Dowager Duchess’s good health, and her own graciousness and gratitude throughout her confinement. The staff at the nursing home hugged and kissed her on her departure. They said she was the nicest patient they had ever had.
I’m also so grateful, as I always am, for San Geraldo.
Of course, I’m grateful for The Kid Brother. For his love, humor, and even for his early bird arrivals (before 8 in the morning) at the Duchess’s and for his empty pockets (but only when it comes time to pay for a meal).
I don’t know how to express my gratitude to you for your messages, comments, and positive thoughts. The Duchess has repeatedly told me that your kindness made her feel immediately better. Thank you all!
I’ve got a photo — in a folder somewhere — of the Dowager Duchess as we headed out for lunch her second day home. When I find it, I’ll share it.
Meanwhile, some pix from our trip. (They get bigger with a click.)
|SAN GERALDO READY TO LOAD UP FOR THE RIDE TO JFK.
(FORTUNATELY, A TAXI ARRIVED A FEW MINUTES LATER.)
|READY TO TAKE OFF. AT LEAST IT WASN’T SNOW.|
|THURSDAY NIGHT AFTER DINNER AT SANDPIPER.
BAILEY’S AND MALTESERS. (WE THOUGHT JESSICA HAD BROUGHT OLIVES!)
|DUDO (ABOVE) AND MOOSE ARE SO HAPPY WE’RE HOME.
(BUT THEY WERE CLEARLY LOVED AND CARED FOR IN OUR ABSENCE.)
|I HAVE A FEELING WE’RE NOT IN BROOKLYN ANYMORE.
(TRY PUTTING THAT ON A BAGEL.)
|BACK TO THE BRACING, CYCLONIC WINDS OF LOS BOLICHES.
(SAN GERALDO SAYS HE’LL NEVER COMPLAIN AGAIN. I DON’T BELIEVE HIM.)
The Yo-Yo that came to mind: Yo-Yo Ma, Alison Krauss, and “coming round right.”
(You were expecting maybe the Osmonds? Not a chance!)