Goodbyes and hugs and Facebook friend requests. Promises to see L. and J. soon in the States. One more throw of the stick to the resident dogs.
We visited the world’s smallest train station, Will and Louise and Michael and Clare and me, and crowded onto a one-car train with all our luggage and said goodbye to Wales.
Goodbyes are funny; I would rather just avoid them. Full hugs, one-shouldered hugs, air kisses, real kisses. We would never all be together again in a castle, but that one time in that one castle was damn good.
Paula Treick DeBoard