Image captured by the Girl Twin,while I was busy painting.
We didn’t have the opportunity to get to know each other as well as I would have liked, but I still feel fortunate that our paths crossed for what little time they did.
I wish I spoke better Portuguese, or any Portuguese for that matter but the smile on your face and the sparkle in your eye translated better than words ever could. And your sense of humour was never lost in translation.
As I watched you race a young boy, eighty years your junior to the elevator of the nursing home, I imagined the zest for life that must have carried you through your younger days.
And as I watched you slowly peel and cut a piece of fruit after every meal, from your own garden no less, I knew at once both the secret to longevity and that you understood local when it was a fact of life.
And should I ever find myself in a European café, I will think of you and remember to savour the company of those I am with and to just be.