It’s finally happening.  After at least 15 years I have managed to convince Ezi that he will not paint the living room himself …eventually.  And a wonderful painter arrived today.  Last night at Manta Rei softened the blow, and we hope to make it back to the beach this afternoon.  The beach really is a curative to the mess we have created and the fact that it is all my fault.  

We usually go to the beach and bathe  before sunset and then we have a snack and go home to sleep.  But the innumerable Arab families who bring tables and chairs and barbeques and boom boxes come a bit later.  Rarely have I managed to engage any one in a real conversation, but that’s more because I’m shy and passive.  (I know, you don’t believe it, but it’s true)

Tonight I will make a special effort, because the need is so great.  It always feels fake and insignificant, but it isn’t.  One on one relationships have an effect as well as peace arrangements.