Very soon I'll be posting accounts (with photos) of our recent journey to Spain: the Pyrenees at the height of blooms and butterflies, complete with Wallcreepers; the fantastical Gaudi architecture of Barcelona; tips on travel in that marvelous country. But for today, here is a quote from Mark Twain:
"I've been through some terrible things in my life, some of which actually happened."
As we travel, we learn that most of the potentially upsetting stuff resolves into treasured experiences. When something unexpected occurs, I wake up. What gift, what new possibility, is hidden in this sudden shift, when plans go awry?