Well, I’m back!
What a trip! The best one ever. And I’ve been going on these things for almost 10 years now. Maybe it was because it was all women this year. No men. None. Except for that nicely tanned young man who came on Saturday and gave us all hour-long massages.
No, I’m not joking… we really did have a nicely tanned young man show up on Saturday and give us all massages. It’s the first year we’ve ever done that. And we’re thinking we’ll make it an annual event. Like, why didn’t we think of THAT sooner?!?
Other than that, we wrote poetry. We revised previously written poetry. We ate roasted asparagus and shrimp with peach-cocktail sauce. We ate complicated salads. And stuff with curry in it. Teriyaki salmon and more asparagus. We walked in the desert and watched the sun go down behind the mountains.
And we talked. Deep into the night, we talked in ways only women who know each other well can talk. These are the women I’ve known for years, the women who feed my writing. And what’s funny is, some of them, I’d only see once a year at this retreat, even though we all lived sort of near each other. But we’re all at different places in our lives, and only fully connect at this little 5-day retreat. And when we’re up in the Baca Grande country, we’re totally connected. It’s strange magic. But necessary magic.
This is how I mark my years. With each Baca trip.
So, one year ends and one begins in my strange and utterly cool life. And can I tell you how much I’m looking forward to this next one? Something tells me, it’s gonna be a GREAT one!
What’s that, you ask? Did I miss you? Of course I did! All of you. Did I think of you while away at the Baca? Um, yeah…kind of… for a while on Saturday morning… but then it was time for my massage. Did I mention that this cute little tanned thing showed up and gave us all massages? Oh. I did. Okay. Just making sure.
Well, I guess I should go find some dishes that need doing.
By the way, my mother-in-law was here at my house for the week, so I have this kitchen floor clean enough to perform open heart surgery on now. Maybe after I’m done doing some dishes, I’ll spill something on the floor, get everything back to normal around here.
Going to the Baca is grand, but so is coming home again.
Welcome back! I was waiting in jealous purgatory for your return. I take a trip with my aunts and female cousins every summer that we call the Girls’ Weekend which is a great getaway, but we don’t have tanned masseurs or anything. I’ll be suggesting it though at my earliest opportunity! Glad you had a great time.
Lordy, it took you forever to get back home! I kept checking your blog thinking, Is she home YET? It sounds like it was fabulous!
Yep. Fabulous is a good descriptive.
Yep. I do recommend the masseuse. Although, I must say, even if we hadn’t had the masseuse, it still would have been the best Baca trip ever.
Sorry it took so long to check in. But I needed to snuggle with my hubby last night. And then today, we all went to the park for a picnic and then walked down to the lake to feed some ducks. Tomorrow we’ll get back to regular school days. But today was Hooray-Mom’s-Home-So-Let’s-Go-On-A-Picnic day. Don’tcha just LOVE homeschooling!
Glad you’re back safe and sound and you make me wish I was into young tanned things…er, I mean poetry.