The automatic door opens and shuts behind me with regular annoyance and as I look round the room I’m pleased to see at least a few gringos. One lady has been doing her exercises…. It’s just a four hour trip honey, what would she do to prepare for a 15 hour trip. !!
I pleasant voice announces an impeding departure or arrival, it’s loud, but I don’t understand a word she says…. of course, I’m in a foreign country… sometimes I forget.
It was rather sad leaving the B&B this morning, the week has flown and I have wonderful memories… There is a friendship amongst quilters that is intense, familiar and comforting.
The ladies from Canada, at the B&B so interesting, so nice…. the resident artist who came in to see my work this morning and complimented me with emotional feeling for the work I do. Then there's Lorraine, a very special lady, who runs a superb B&B. Esteritas
It made me think, where do the boundaries between art and quilting begin and end.
All these years, I just do as I do…. and somehow, being involved in an Art oriented community has made me look a little differently at what I achieve.
An hour later, I’m on a bus that would equal business class in the plane.
I have Bach playing softly and the rhythm of the bus socializes well with the music.
Rural Mexico is passing as in an interactive movie screen.
A cloudless blue sky, voluminous mountains overshadowing small stone villages. The foliage is foreign to me, but then again there are similarities with home.
More later, I'm going to a Cuban Concert.