The day finally came
When we were forced to twain
With Raz and Rosanna
Relinquishing the manna
And headed out of Spain
The boys remained behind
To further wine and dine
But the empty seats
At the breakfast table
Served to remind
The power lies in the Four
As it always has before
As it will be once more
When we return to this shore
And open another door
I would be a wrongful deceiver
If I said I was not a believer
In the rambunctious lasses
Who always raise their glasses
To the Power of the Fat Beaver
Greetings from Cómpeta, Spain. More to follow. Alas, without the lasses. But we shall persevere. And for those of you a bit troubled by the beaver wordplay, rest assured that it is a very inside joke, or at least as inside as you can get in a villa where you just want to be outside. Cheers.
Categories: Reflections
Pity you lost your partners in crime.
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It was sad to see them go, but the blow was softened knowing we will soon be on another adventure together…
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Aw bless- the guys n girls travelling together- always good for a laugh 🙂 I’m so glad you’re having a fun holiday! G
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These lovely lasses are perfect traveling companions…
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I’m liking your poetry.
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It’s been a while since I explored that side of me, but it feels comforting and familiar…
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The Power of the Fat Beaver… sounds like a perfect inside joke. Please don’t ever share its meaning, however much I or anyone else might beg. It belongs with you and your beautiful companions.
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It’s actually a VERY long-running inside joke that has grown over our years of travels together. But it wouldn’t be right for me to not share it in some way… 😉
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