Broken dreams & a beautiful world

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!