Explore distant cultures.
Try questionable cuisine with enthusiasm.
When I'm 64, I want to scale mountains.
Wade through rivers.
Plant trekking poles with aplomb.
When I'm 64, I want to make new friends.
Laugh around the dinner table.
Share posts on Facebook with youthful ardor.
When I'm 64, I want to walk the Camino with my daughter.
Pass down my wisdom.
And pass her up on the trail with ease.
When I'm 64, I want to keep learning.
Keep growing.
Keep living with a full heart and courageous spirit.
When I'm 64, I will be the luckiest old lady,
To be even a tiny bit,
The 64-Year-Old my mom is today.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOMMY!
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San Juan de Ortega to Burgos.
Monastery and church of San Juan de Ortega.
Coin-operated foot massager in the Internet "cabin."
The only place to eat in the village and only at one time - 7pm or go hungry. A cat and dog roamed the restaurant and the owner was a smart-ass extraordinaire. When we asked about a vegetarian menu for Red, he pointed to the grass outside and started chewing like a cow.
The darker meat is blood sausage - a specialty of the region and absolutely delicious. Yes, I tried it. And I liked it. I'm a shameful traitor to animal kind.
Our hotel...
...Others' hotel.
Site of mom's bday breakfast.
Lizzie got herded herself by these buggers.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY BIG SISTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteSuch a sweet poem! Happy Birthday, Kay. You are an inspiration. Diane
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday kid! I just realized we're getting closer in age all the time. Have a great day!
ReplyDeleteMikey Mike
Absolutely beautiful Tess. As I was just reading it to Louise, we burst into tears. Lovely, lovely.
ReplyDeleteCousin Linda
I cried when I read it to mom over tapas. What a sap I'm growing up to be!
ReplyDeleteI bet there is some serious fungus going on inside that foot massager. Pops
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