Whew! Well, it has been a long time. I’m sure many of you have had this same experience in your communication with an old friend, for example. The longer I’ve waited, the more reluctant I’ve become, and then the longer I wait. I wait, hoping for a momentous event to intervene and provide the impetus to write and interesting material to write about.
No momentous event has occurred, just life going on its merry way. Some think my life is exotic, but it really consists mostly of doing the mundane in exotic places.
On the teaching side, my military cadets have taken their tests and the results were as expected. Now we are awaiting the results of the acceptance process to see who, if anyone, will get a spot at a military academy in the States.
I have a different group of teens now. They are lower in their language level and seem to come from more difficult circumstances. The class has its own distinctive personality. We are getting along quite well for now.
I’m also teaching two adult courses at the same level in the late afternoon and evening. Since they are the same level, in the same book, and at relatively the same place, there is far less planning pressure. However, it is a trifle confusing at times.
On the home side of things, we are contemplating a move. We want to live closer to the sea. Through a curious coincidence, we were able to view a nearly perfect apartment with a Mediterranean view while out for a walk. Although it would mean a quantum leap in our monthly rent, it’s not out of reach. We’re seriously considering it and will begin planning the money end of it soon-ish.
The sound of the surf is like a drug. It’s a drug that let’s you refresh your soul and body without kicking the crap out of you the next morning. The worst part of the surf –sound hangover is the stiff muscles from walking and walking.
Anyway, if we made a “practical” decision on this, I expect many of you would be secretly disappointed.
I am including here some shots taken on the beach behind the aforementioned apartment. We took a walk on the beach after our second meeting with our prospective future landlord. It was a magnificent day.
Call “Bones!” No, wait … she’s on pregnancy leave. Call CSI!
I enjoy the play of late afternoon light and shadows, textures and sparkles.
The sea casts up random objects, both natural and man-made, after shaping them and cleaning them a bit.
Decoration, naturally added.
Security on a budget, folks frequently eschew the expense of barbed wire to keep out unwanted visitors and opt for a bit of mortar and repurposing.
This baby looks fast standing still!
As always, some visitors are more welcome than others. I wish my spammers would get that message!
I promise another post soon!