Grand finale day 2 it was indeed – more 10+ weather, more walks, fishing, plus the new netbook all prepared for the long trip, Kindle and all, and the much coveted B-class seat available after all.
Still the imminent departure from all that I hold dear is sometimes that hits me from time to time like a two-by-four. Maybe it is a good thing that Kabul is not just an hour flight away. I have all of the next 60 hours to make the mental transition to my other life.
We said goodbye to Woody who was in a foul mood because his renters in Watertown were caught red-handed in a dope growing enterprise and had trashed his house in the process. He had just returned to see the damage for himself. He vented and we sympathized over G&Ts in his lovely garden where the Sikkimese prayer flags we brought him were happily fluttering in the wind. He needs many prayers.
Tessa and Steve had prepared another fabulous summer dinner (with fish of course) after which Axel and I went for a last (evening) walk around Smith Point. The steep inclines on the walk took his breath away. It was as if this walk was to confirm that his staying behind is exactly the right thing, difficult as the decision was. There is more recovery to be done.
Sylvia's Journal 
Safe journeys my friend, see you when you return.
SallyK