El Portal has become our meeting and waiting place. Here one can have cafe y cerveza and watch the pageantry on el Parque Central.
Brother Kelly is a little tense as his eldest daughter’s nuptials near….
La Catedral.
Author: nananoyz
I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.
Songbird
Sleeping with wide open windows
In La Antigua de Guatemala
Night murmurs offer lullabies.
Alarm clocks are unnecessary.
Songbirds, first one, then a
Chorus begin telling the
Stories of their lives.
The shrill one is my avian
Doppelgänger, repeating
Her story ad nauseum.
Occasionally, though, she
Touches my heart, punctuating
Her song with, “please see me?”
Embarrassing Travel Moments
I have had mixed results speaking Spanish on my trip to Antigua, Guatemala.
Last night at dinner I was trying to tell the waiter we needed more time with our menus. I patted our table and said, “Por favor, leave them right here.” His puzzled look was my first indication of how lame that sounded. The laughter from my group was the second. He did leave the menus, though–he was probably afraid to be too near this crazy gringa.
Just a few minutes ago a few of us returned to our accommodations and after calling Studly to beg for money I retreated to my room for a nap.
It didn’t take me long to peel out of my sweaty clothes to bask au naturale on my bed. I’d just closed my eyes when I realized the gardener was standing just outside the very open window. I’m pretty sure my “oops!” translated into Spanish flawlessly.
Fountain of Youth
Twice have I drunk from
The fountain of youth’s waters.
How long must one wait?
Crow’s feet still add depth
To the corners of my eyes,
Fine lines mark my mouth.
Fountain of youth, oh
Where is thy miracle cure?
On sabbatical?
A Real Prince of a Guy
When I was a little girl
Many years ago
I dreamed of finding
A handsome prince
And making him my beau.
But I grew into a plain lass
Tall with gangly limbs
And no prince deigned to
Take my hand and
Realize my whims.
So I nurtured imagination
Focused on my brain
Some considered
Me odd as I grew,
Ever against the grain.
Then Studly came
Into my life and
Took on the role of prince
And even through our
Ups and downs
I’ve been so happy since.
I’m already missing my Studly who’s holding Doright Manor together in my absence.
Antigua First Impressions
Beautiful. 
Tasty. 
Family.
More to come!
Air Travel Haiku
I. All my bags are packed
My boarding passes printed
I’ll soon fly away.
II. Exhilaration
Of flights taking off never
Becomes a routine.
III. Rule one of travel
Never underestimate
Leg room’s importance. 
Peace, people!
Calculating
I began adding
Numbers.
Seven hundred
Forty-nine plus
Sixty seven.
Eight sixteen said
Studly.
He’s always been
Good with
Numbers.
Verbose
When I drink too much
Wine
One of two things
Happen:
Unfortunately I
Cannot
Remember
Even
One.
May God bless and
Keep each of you,
Dear readers.
Peace, people!
Tuesday Poem
Tuesday’s child,
Full of grace
Excluded from
Beauty,
Saved from
Woe, by two
Dozen hours
Or so.
Fickle time
Declares which
Gifts might be
Bestowed,
Based on a stroke
Of luck or the
Hands of a
Clock.
Tick tock.
As a child this poem always bothered me. It seemed to put poor Wednesday at a disadvantage from birth, while Sunday got all the good stuff. Hardly fair! Always interested in justice, that’s me. Oh, I was born on a Friday in case anyone’s keeping tabs.
Monday’s child is fair of face, Tuesday’s child is full of grace, Wednesday’s child is full of woe, Thursday’s child has far to go, Friday’s child is loving and giving, Saturday’s child works hard for a living, But the child who is born on the Sabbath day Is fair and wise and good in every way.
Peace, People!
Praying for Eyebrowz 