No ‘postcard’ yesterday, as we were off on a long drive before first light and arrived back after dark. Mr.Keng is exhausted by the driving, and so is still sleeping. I think we’re both agreed that the Alhambra Palace was well worth visiting, though, with lots of photos and video taken.
Following on from the ‘Bigger Sized’ post, we’ve spent a good part of the morning in the company of a ‘big boned’ gentleman, a fellow guest at our apartment block. Our Spanish is OK, his English OK and somehow we’ve muddled through with the conversation and made a new friend 🙂
I love the way that he’s so laid back about his naked body. There’s no sense of embarrassment or shame as he wandered round the poolside chatting with Spanish friends on his mobile phone. And, of course, there shouldn’t be. It’s his body and he’s content and self-confident in it. A lesson to everyone out there paralysed by body image.
The second of our postcards is a scene I just chanced on while standing at our balcony. Below me, a topless, pregnant lady, alone save for the company of her dog, who was getting his morning walk. Oh that life was like that everywhere (weather permitting).