Good afternoon!

How are you? I’m feeling a lot better, and hoping this medicine truly is the bomb! I don’t want to get too excited, but since I began taking it yesterday morning I’ve been fine. Shhhhh…! Don’t want to jinx it…

I had a wonderful Osteo/physio/massagy-magic treatment earlier with my favourite therapist ever. He’s amazing and I fell asleep while he was working on me and was bummed and very sleepy when it was over! I’ve written a poem, and it’s a bit of a meh super simple one, but whatever. It’s cute and harmless, about how I always feel happier when I’m in Spain. I’ve felt his way for decades, ever since the first time I ever went to Ibiza, back when my kids were really small. There’s something here that makes me smile more easily. Switzerland is beautiful, and I love my house there, but I feel lighter here. Do you have a special place? Do let me know.

MY SPECIAL PLACE

My special place
I’m not sure why,
When I’m in Spain
My grin revives.

I start to hum,
Sing silly songs,
I find my goof,
And let it rock.

When I’m back home
In Switzerland,
It’s gorgeous too,
Yet something’s off.

Spain fuels my oomph,
My yay, my me,
I love the flowers, 
The trees, the sea.

So, if you need some oomph, a lift,
Perhaps a change of scenery,
Just pack your bags, go find your place
You’ll know as soon as you get there.


Where is your special place?

Lots of love,

Cesca