One week ago today,
Antonio and I had salads and fresh veggie juice in Nimmanhemin . . .
then she boarded a plane and left to go home to Berlin.
I only knew her a month, but in that short time
we bonded. Told each other secrets. Went shopping. Drank coffee.
You know, girl stuff.
In those 4 or 5 weeks that we hung out, I made a discovery:
Kindred Spirits do exist. And she is one of those rare finds.
Plus, she’s German. And the Chancellor of her country is a woman.
I mean, that’s just cool.
But seriously. My German-French-Indian yoga nights just got reduced to . . .
me and a British guy. That’s just sad.
But we’ll meet again at a cafe in Paris and it will be grand. And even though 12 months
will have passed, it will feel like it’s only been 12 hours.
I can’t wait. There will be so much to talk about.
Antonia: You are missed.