Now that I'm nearly to my first destination, home is beginning to imprint itself on here. Before I left, things at home reminded me of my Warsaw. Now things here remind me of home. The zinnia on the table linked me back to Waincourt meals, with a vase of gerberas sitting in the boat, and of the past when the birth of our first daughter was marked by a bouquet of gerberas, those bright, simple flowers that always charm.
For the first time on this journey I had a window seat. It was only an hour's flight so I wouldn't need to execute that impossible clamber across four alien legs and risk tumbling into two alien laps. And what a reward! I've become a lover of alps. White topped, they loomed out of the cloud cover, rocky planes like the planes of a Slavic face, snow bleeding white from the peak in patterns like the ones the tide leaves.
My bag appeared on the carousel, against expectations of loss, and as I emerged into the arrivals space the first thing I saw was my name on an extremely large white poster, held by a tall man in a white cap: Tadej, my airbnb host. We drove into Ljubljana, chatting easily. He drove me around to orient me: the castle, grim and unmissable on its hill; Tivoli Park; the old town; the bus station; the walking route to the old town. Then up five flights of stairs to the apartment, tiny and shiny white. A white vase of red gerberas. A desk with a view. An Internet password. Instruction in the intricacies of door locking. And I've arrived.
lovely Alps .. we saw snow on the Pyrenees as we flew to Malaga … how sumptuous to be met with a name card! xxx
Beautiful gerbera! Happy landings 🙂
I love looking down through the clouds too.