Thursday 15 December 2011
Don thoughtfully exited for his plane to Boston quietly at 7:30 AM, but we had said goodbyes the night before. We knew we'd miss him and were so grateful for his generosity to let us stay in his place while he was gone. We would see him for a couple days after he got back on the 30th. New Year's Eve is no big deal in Spain, spent quietly with family, so we thought we might join him in the traditional midnight eating of grapes.... (be still, my beating heart). That's OK; though Nicole would miss her long-standing NYE with her cousin Lizzie, Dian and Charles weren't interested in going wild, (usually Dian had a gig on that best-paid of nights, many times in Palm Springs, so we often didn't even spend it together). We were good with grapes.
It seemed odd to not have Don there, but how wonderful it was to have his roomy home, stacked neatly with the most amazing selection of books and music, which he made available to us. Dian dove into a book on Dali right away, and Charles started auditioning tempting unheard sounds and copying known gems into the laptop (with a good half a terabyte memory left, he started with the Coltrane complete Atlantic recordings, seven discs worth). Paradise on the Spanish coast, Andrews-style. (That wasn't inappropriate: Don had tons of great dub, reggae and ska.)
It turned into a lazy day -- no, wait, what was that Italian expression? -- just what we all wanted. You can't chase experiences non-stop without a recharge. G'night.
Don thoughtfully exited for his plane to Boston quietly at 7:30 AM, but we had said goodbyes the night before. We knew we'd miss him and were so grateful for his generosity to let us stay in his place while he was gone. We would see him for a couple days after he got back on the 30th. New Year's Eve is no big deal in Spain, spent quietly with family, so we thought we might join him in the traditional midnight eating of grapes.... (be still, my beating heart). That's OK; though Nicole would miss her long-standing NYE with her cousin Lizzie, Dian and Charles weren't interested in going wild, (usually Dian had a gig on that best-paid of nights, many times in Palm Springs, so we often didn't even spend it together). We were good with grapes.
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It turned into a lazy day -- no, wait, what was that Italian expression? -- just what we all wanted. You can't chase experiences non-stop without a recharge. G'night.
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