Vive la liberté!

After 15 years I got new sheets. It was hard to part with the old ones because cotton gets unbelievably soft when it’s been washed several thousand times. In fact, old-worn out sheets are so desirable, there’s a store in Los Angeles dedicated to selling second-hand and nearly threadbare bed linens just for the softness that no 400 thread count Egyptian Supima cotton can touch…But I left my old sheets behind, they won’t fit European beds anyway, so gone are the ho-hum creams, light greens and muted taupes. I have new cotton ones in colors I love: red-pink and charcoal grey! Made me feel alive to be awash in such strong passionate tones!

so I’m at Hertz… and I ordered a B-class auto (the puny, cheap ones) and in France, for the same price they give me some giant auto that’s spacious for tons of bags, because well, they are French and they believe comfort comes first… in Belgium, I order a B-class auto and I get the tiny, Korean ant-mobile, because they’re Belgian and they believe in rules. B-class is B-class.

“The obstacle became his alibi for weakness.”
— Anaïs Nin

Alex needs her birth certificate. Talk about time travel. Back to the city of canals, graffiti, bikes, narrow houses with cute gables, Rembrandt and Van Gogh. Where my little girl grew up with her hair gathered like a fountain of white blonde locks atop her head, and she wore pink Converse. We went to the park often, the museums, or she sat behind me on my bike. My little girl has her own bike now, her own passport, her own life far away from Amsterdam or the days of pink Converse. Where does time go?

Poor, sweet Jeff Buckley. He’s probably singing with the angels right now. His guitar work is so light and heavenly.

Today is Texas Independence Day. And I am independent from Texas!!! But, I will be a good Texan and drink a toast with some Dr. Pepper.

New digs on Thursday! I can’t wait!

Alexandra Burke’s version of the almighty Leonard Cohen song