We arrive safely to the South a few days ago and are enjoying our time in a cozy cabin with lots of family while it pours rain.
Yesterday, we decided to take advantage of the cold by going to one of the many natural hotsprings in the area (maybe related to the many volcanoes?). It was beautiful and relaxing. When we just couldnt take the heat anymore, I sat by a stream and listened to the birds. Greg walked along the stream and came back with a friend. A bumble bee on a leaf. Then, he fed the bumble bee from flowers growing on the streambank and petted the furry little thing with love, in a way that I am SURE only Greg could do.
I think I married a bee-whisperer.
Thinking of you with love,
Eliana
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My grandfather once rescued an injured bee, put it in an aquarium, and nursed it back to health until the little feller was strong enough to fly free again - no joke.
ReplyDeleteThis was awesome. I love & miss you guys.
Bees love my mum. They will land on her and nap and she will just pet them until they are ready to fly away.
ReplyDeleteMe, I would cry if it touched me.
That is something i could see Greg doing though, so sweet.
Correction... only Greg and other very special, peaceful, bee-whisperers!
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