I was in this city for two days (does anybody knows which city it is?), working. Since it is summer and the sea is wonderful for swimming (it has 25C), I chose to stay for one night at the sea resort, full of families with small children and older couples. I was the only alone person there.
I got quite some strange looks since people are not used that one goes to the beach alone. Or that one has dinner in hotel restaurant alone.
Infertility gave me a thick skin. So strange looks didn't bother me. I found them amusing.
In a way I like to be different.
I enjoyed my late afternoon off work, swimming and reading a book.
(I am reading now this book: http://www.bookdepository.com/Namesake-Jhumpa-Lahiri/9780006551805
I like it.
I enjoyed going for a long walk in the evening and early morning.
At breakfast, I sat alone at big table. And after a while came a little 6-year-old girl and asked me if she could join me with her granny. Obviously I said yes. I chatted a bit with the girl, Aurora, a clever little girl she was. After a while she asked me: "And you are here all alone???"
I wasn't hurt. I explained the little girl that was there for work and that even if you go alone swimming (when you are big) it is fun.
When I was paying for my hotel room, I noticed that they have the poem Desiderata in a frame. I read it for the first time in my own language.
The words of the line "With all ... broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world" touched my soul.
So true!
We just returned from our first holidays this year (1 night at the seaside). It was lovely to spend some time with DH.
The last photo: this is the photo of the most beautiful hotel in our country. Obviously we were not staying there. But - admiring is free of charge :)
It was only 110 days after I published this post:
http://thenext15000days.blogspot.com/2014/03/do-i-have-any-reader-from-normandy.html
and it was only 100 days after Kaymet, my dear bloggie friend from France published this post on her blog:
http://unenfantpeutetre.wordpress.com/2014/03/22/de-caen-a-ljubljana/
and it was only 90 days after a kind Irouwen sent me many beautiful photos from Normandy (including the one above)
and it was only 85 days after I showed the photos of his brother's graveyard to my father-in-law
that my father-in-law died.
He died almost exactly 70 years after his brother.
Although I guess he did not believe in after-life nor heaven, I hope that they are together, the two brothers, in a place without pain and worries.
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I never thought that infertility would bring me anything positive.
But it has. Because of my infertility I had started to slip into depression. And by writing a blog I tried to save me. Not only did I save myself, but I also found kind souls all around the world.
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Dear Kaymet & dear Irouwen - thank you again for your help. I will never forget it.
The photos meant a lot for my father-in-law.
The photos were the best gift that he got in the last few decades I guess.
love,
Klara
