He had been a bit under the weather lately… “¡Achís!” again, coming from the other room, as I was finishing the booking of my little surprise for him.
“Oh dear, I told you we’d end up paying for skinny dipping in Iceland!” thinking a bathing suit would probably not have made much of a difference, but we’d never know now, would we?
He was lying there, both resting on the sofa, and trying to make me believe he was doing just fine. But I was not easily duped. His red, runny nose, and mild fever told me otherwise.
To me, he was like an open book. A photo album, perhaps, of our past and future travels. Today, the footnotes were as clear as Tibet’s spring water! With his alpaga wool blanket around his shoulders and his constant sneezing in Spanish, I knew just what he needed…