5 de enero de 2007
"There was no good word in English for thei hopeless farewell. My wife and I separated on a winter day in London and we were both miserable...We both thought: What now! It was the most sorrowful of goodbyes. I could not imagine life without her. I tried to console myself by saying, This is [just] a journey because a journey can be either your death or your transformation, though on this one imagined that would just keep living a half-life."
--Paul Theroux, The Happy Isles of Oceania
Today is the eve of Three Kings Day (dia de tres reyes). Three Kings Day is a huge holiday here in Puerto Rico, some say bigger than Christmas even. Like Christmas, it’s a very family oriented holiday, but there are also big outdoor celebrations in the town plazas in Isabela and Aguadilla (the two towns closest to Ola Lola’s).
I certainly don’t feel much like celebrating. Elaine left early this morning to go back to Michigan to finish teaching at the university for the winter. (The university optimistically calls the semester that spans January, February, March and April “spring” semester.) We won’t see each other ‘til she comes back down for spring break in early March.
So y’all go celebrate Three Kings Day. I’m going to go sit and stare at the ocean.
1 comment:
Chin up - the time will drag at first, then it will seem to fly by. Then it'll drag again just before her return!
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