Roberto Matta.
This
morning when we woke up and Richie opened the curtains we saw blue sky,
beautiful sunshine which was a lovely way to start the new week.
Sadly by
the time it was 1400 and Matilda, my physiotherapist arrived are appointment the
sunshine, blue sky was gone replaced by a thick cloud cover.
Before the
appointment was finished, our friend Anne had arrived to visit me; she very
kindly had obtained information about holidays for the handicapped.
She had
received a brochure from the Red Cross about holidays for the handicapped, in a
choice of four hotels as well as a boat holiday.
It was very
kind of Anne to look for this information however when she was describing the
holidays on offer I realised that were not me.
I'm sure
that for people who like organised holidays would probably enjoy what was on
offer, but I know I would not enjoy one of these.
Never have
I wanted to stay in a hotel for a holiday, for me it would not be a luxury to
do so, quite the contrary I think.
The idea of
a fully catered holiday does not fill me with joy; it makes me apprehensive as
I'm sure I would not like the food that would be served.
sadly most
times that I've eaten at restaurants here in Amsterdam have been pretty
disappointing, over time I learned to take my pepper sauce with me.
So hearing
about fully catered holidays in hotels organised by the Red Cross filled me
with absolute dread.
The next
time I see Anne I will thank her again and I will tell her that the Red Cross
holidays are not for me.
On Thursday
when Matilda is here for our physiotherapy appointment I will ask her if on the
other people she visits might like the brochure.
Recycling
is a good thing to do; now I'm going to look for a painting by Roberto Matta
and post this, after which I'm going to enjoy the evening with Richie.
