A Tale of Two Friends
Almost two years ago, I ventured off on a last minute trip to Switzerland with a tour group. In an effort to cut the cost, I participated in a shared room (something I highly recommend if you are a single woman traveling on your own in a group). It's a great way to meet new people and not feel isolated if you are solo amongst other parties traveling together. I was paired with an elder British woman in her late 60's/early 70's, not quite sure, and as a polite young lady I didn't inquire. A tiny little thing with a Dutch boy hair cut, and a cane from foot surgery, she said it made her look older than she really was. I didn't press.
I didn't realize then or throughout the duration of the trip that we would become such good friends. I confided the reason I ended up there was because I needed clarity. I had not been ready to get married to a good friend who was about to propose. He would have been a great husband, but in my heart something was missing. Today, I know I why. I'm with The One.
Back in Switzerland, I saw something click with this old woman though when we went out to dinner one night and she dressed in a leopard print shirt and black skirt, with pretty red rouge and lipstick. She was a doll. I knew she had spirit, and I was intrigued about who she was and where she came from.
She never had children, therefore has no grandchildren. I'm honored to have filled this void. She calls me from England every few weeks to tell me about random things such as school starting and seeing the little children walk to school from her window, as the church bell rings. She knows I love this because of my fascination with Europe. She tells me of her drives through the lavendar fields and her visits to France. She tells me she is knitting me a surprise and I send her my copy of The Friday Night Knitting Club. She recommends I read, The Girl with the Pearl Earring. She tells me she pulled out an old bar of soap she picked up on an vacation in Turkey, and then describes the fragrance. She always reminds me of the The Queen of England when she speaks. So proper. And always greets me on the telephone... "Well, hellooo dear!"
I love receiving cards in the mail that are stamped: Royal Mail. I love seeing an incoming call with 001144********* on my cell phone. It makes it high priority. It reminds me every friendship should be treated this way.
All photos by Kim Anderson.
So tell me, I am interested.
Do you have any unique and special relationships?