I know we said we were leaving just for a little while. But what was supposed to be a longer vacation turned into something else and we might stay abroad for good. Ya know… since my baby bug cut short my trip around the world, I regarded Italy as the destination I missed visiting and now that we are all here – and the routine we have is much easier than the one we kept in Sunset Valley -, it is impossible not to fall in love with Monte Vista. The cobbled stones street, the green-coloured ocean, the old city center… it is all so beautiful!
Plus what does really connect us to Sunset Valley? If my relatives were around to hear me – my cousin Isabel didn’t marry or had kids, so once she passed away I was the only Paon still residing in Sunset Valley, folks – I am sure they would scream! But, hey, it is out there: what does really connect us to Sunset Valley? I grew older, I abandoned my mannerism and the internet slang I treasured, I learned how to love my children, but some trace of that impetuous egocentric young woman still lives in me.
Summer Hill 15, Waterfall Way 53, the bonds at the supermarket and at the bookstore seem like a lot to leave behind. But that’s just property. But enjoying a day at the Al Fresco City Market or swimming the afternoon away in one of Monte Vista’s beaches is priceless.
It is no secret that Yves and I were having troubles and the cracks in our marriage were affecting the kids. Manoela invented a friend. She went on and on about how good this imaginary friend of hers was great at chess.
Aliz and I wouldn’t agree on anything. Our relationship had never been so strained.
For Heavens’ sake, she came home in a police car and threw parties on ever opportunity she had! Yves and I were out the door and she was calling her friends over.
What did I see in my mirror back at Waterfall Way 15? My wrinkles and my troubles.
Here in Monte Vista the view is much better. We found this refurbished farm for sale. It has stables large enough to accomodate our mare Sissi and her new foal, Rudolf. It overviews a cliff and from the second floor, we can even see the lighthouse.
What do I see in the mirror here at Veronaweg 25? It is impressive, guys, I don’t know if it’s the sun, this rosie water we bought at a local shop or the fact that Yves and I are slowly getting closer to each other again. But I am feeling younger, I am looking younger as much as Yves himself.