Catalan Thursday

It's almost painfully gorgeous here today-- quiet but for the birds, laundry hanging outside, and the sun, again.
I realized when I woke up this morning, that this is my last Thursday at Can Serrat. Not that Thursdays are particularly special; it just means that a week from now I'll be back in Denver. Back to my apartment. Back to life that is "normal" life. This too shall pass? It's hard to  from a place where you feel so at ease, Both with myself and with the surroundings that have quickly become so familiar.
I finally put my hands on a yoga mat this morning! It was lovely to stretch, with the serrated mountains as a backdrop. Ridiculous, I tell you.

Some things I'll be able to carry with me-- a fresh crop of the season's first freckles, for instance, and of course there is the option to return in future.
I feel like I need to be even more intentional about my remaining time here-- both at the house and with the paintings that I start, as well as time in the city and socializing with the people that have the same shared experience.

I'm sitting outside at the big stone table. Most of the house has already started to work on their various projects. We were/are waiting to see a man about a horse (horseback riding.... yes,) but maybe he meant 10:00 at night? Who knows when he may appear. That's quite all right.

Cooking class again tonight. No tortilla! We shall see what kind of magic is left yet to concoct.