6:30 am, I’m at Liz’s place. Jean-Pierre sent me a text message to say that the flight was cancelled and that he had managed to secure the last seat on a flight next Sunday.
So we chat over a relaxed breakfast. We try to imagine the gigantic eruption that has banished planes from the sky over Europe. I look for images of the volcano… impressive sight!
Writing, short walk, reopening my suitcases.
Already almost heading out, I had closed the Taos chapter, my thoughts moving on. The volcano decided otherwise.
The dull weather adds to my inertia.
I find myself floating between two worlds.
A few more days here that I love so much, not bad!