Andrea and I spent last night up on the hill’s platform, chatting under the stars and overlooking the city as the evening call to prayer sounded through the city from the mosque. We made a return this morning.
Someday, I’ll put this morning into words. Not today, not this week… the only ones I could come up with, moved to tears, laughing at the same time, on the roof of the restaurant we snuck up on to get a better view… “how in the world did I get here.”
And I have no idea, but never, ever, have I been as happy as I am right now.