First Guest Post!


Here’s a teaser: 

When Debbie asked me to write a guest blog about her and Bones for their anniversary, I was honored.  2 years ago I was in their wedding —and as Debbie has written about here, at that time, our friendship was at the lowest it had been: as I look back, part of it was a huge lack of communication, both of feelings and of expectations. While I couldn’t have imagined not being in their wedding, I was hurt and dark and twisty inside by an earlier conversation that I must have misunderstood.

I’ve always had a competitive streak, and in some ways, being a bridesmaid turned into a competition (probably just in my head) around who knew and loved Debbie best.  I have to shout out to my sister—who kept her mouth shut and listened to me (and possibly others)—she probably really did the best job.  Cause even while the wedding was about Debbie and Bones, being a bridesmaid was about me (cause that’s exactly what weddings are about: the bridal party).

That Debbie and I talk so much now, and support each other so actively, is a testament to how far we’ve come in 2 short years.

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To continue from yesterday’s story about the ladies of Casa de Retiros Claret, my second foray into conversation was a byproduct of a shower I took.

We had been warned not to drink the water while we showered– not that difficult for me, especially given the trickle that was our shower.  It took me several tries to figure out the hot water (the spigots were reversed) and then I made a mess.  What craziness.  This epic shower happened the day of the concrete (which was Wednesday, if you were keeping track), and I used my one and only towel to sop up the water that I flooded onto my floor. Water seeped out of my bathroom and into my room! It was not pretty.  So, I sacrificed my towel and my Thursday shower with it.  I had a hand towel and could use that to wash my hair in the sink, I figured. Continue reading