Late Coming

Well that is it, I ahve had enough of my mother. She is just too much. My Spanish Lover Santi and I are leaving her behind. She and her knee can rot. We are running off to the Canary Islands where he has a mansion. APRIL FOOLS! OK, for reals, We headed out, the back of my heel hurts, another blister. The wind is back again too, not as bad for walking but enough for my eye. Walked along and stopped at the benches to blow my nose and in time we reached town.  The Aussies were there, they had been worried, we chilled till the market opened, talking and laughing in the sun, then ate and I did this.

We All Knew It Would Happen