o close my eyes and relive the warmth of my retreat at the beach. I'll be able to feel the sand between my toes. I'll hear the voice of a precocious toddler.
|No more sticky electrodes for an EKG|
|Stay calm. Let the IV drip.|
|Thank you, Ruth for your care.|
|My rendition of the Malta seashore.|
|This is what the camera saw!|
|Coming into the Blue Lagoon|
|Getting our pedicures at the Fish Lounge|
Right when I wonder what I’ll write about next, I’m invited to a wedding. An Albanian wedding for one of the night guards at our school. I was honored to be included.
|The bride and groom arrived.|
|The bride descended down one set of stairs|
while the groom came down the other.
|After meeting at the bottom o the staircase the couple walked through|
this "aisle of fire" to the front of the room where they sat in thrones.
|A traditional Albanian band played their horns and drums.|
|There was also a live band and singer who played|
during the bride's dance. Guests brought money
and tucked in her tiara. When the groom joined her, guests
tucked money in his jacket pocket.
I love this. There was a procession to bring these traditional
Albanian garments to the couple and then they danced
the traditional dance with the drums and horns playing.