Posted by on Jan 21, 2015 | 11 comments

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Oh, boy, mama and papa came back yesterday (after leaving me ALONE all day long) from a little trip they have wanted to try out for months:  the French fast train, the TGV, now goes from Perpignan to Barcelona in about an hour and a half–no muss, no fuss.  Mama, who can never get enough of trains, says that on a train, you can daydream, look at scenery (Mama thinks the Roman via Domitia goes into Spain and the train goes alongside it but she’s still researching that…), read on your IPad, sketch, take a nap, or do nothing, whatever you wish.  Then, on this one, you arrive before noon in Barcelona, take a (reasonably priced) cab to (in this case) your dentist, have your teeth cleaned and polished in their twice-a-year ritual with a guy who is not only a great dentist but also knows all the good places to eat in Barsa, wander down the street to a favourite little restaurant and have wine with lunch (no worries about driving!), hop in a cab to the station, hop on the train again and be back by 6:00 in the evening.

I think this may be a turning point for our lives together.  If these guys go gallivanting off to far away cities and leave me home all day long with that weird music they find on the TV (opera, piano concerti, orchestral symphonies–I change it to Rock and Roll or Oldies But Goodies the minute they walk out the door) to make me feel that someone is home with me, then we had better look over our Terms of Endearment.

Not that my plans change much whether they’re here or not…

PLAN ONE:

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PLAN TWO:

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PLAN THREE:

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