I'm so glad you're feeling better. And I hope you dance!
You know, I haven't been home for very long but it seems like forever since I've been away. I can't remember if I told you about Sedona. We spent a day there before we stayed at the haunted hotel in the Grand Canyon.
When we left Palm Springs and did our little detour to Sedona, my stomach wasn't behaving. We stopped at a gas station early that morning to fill up the tank (sheesh, gas prices are horrendous in both of our countries) and I really, really had to use the washroom. Why is it that there are always at least fifteen women lined up outside of the ladies' room? And no one outside of the mens'? I'm a little desperate, dancing around, and Luc notices and pulls me outside. "Here," he says, and hands me my brother's hat and sunglasses. "Use the mens' washroom. You and your brother look so much alike, no one will even notice that you're a girl".
I guess it helped that I was wearing jeans and a t-shirt and I am, after all, fairly flat-chested. Who am I to argue at this point. So off I go into the mens', pass a couple of guys at the urinals and sit in one of the cubicles, or stalls, or whatever men call them. And my damn cell phone rings.
"Hello", I say in my deepest voice, so as not to give myself away. And it's Mia Jade.
"Bamma, is that you? Why your voice sound so funny?"
"Yes honey, it's me", I growl. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah Bamma. But I go to the park yesterday and I lost squishy baby and I can't find her anywhere and now Mommy says I can take the Dora ball and I put on sun scream. And where are you? Are you with Unco Muck?"
Sheesh. "I'll call you right back, okay," I say as I flush and slink out of there.
Okay, so I called her back when we were in the car and everything was fine. Mark then proceeded to tell me that Sedona is known for it's healing powers and in no time at all my stomach would be better. And I might even recover my feminine voice. And remember my gender. I threw his hat at him.
Sedona though. It truly is a sight to behold. There is something magical there, in the layers of the colours of the mountains, the absolute pure artistry of nature. And there really is a sense of something in the air. Something ... I don't know ... just how it feels to be there.
I leave you with that for now. Sometimes I can't write when I'm smiling at a memory.
xoxo