Reunions are funny things. Some people haven't aged very well; others look amazing. I went up with my old roommate from university days; we were also best men at each other's weddings. Apparently we were better preserved than most, we were told. Might make sense; I'm sure we drink a lot less than many of our former classmates, and haven't been through as many divorces.
It was disappointing how many locals didn't show up for the event. I suppose there is the possibility that in a smaller town, there are folks who have bad feelings from broken marriages or other connections that have transpired over the years, and they didn't want to see certain people in that sort of situation.
It was fun to talk to some people I haven't really had conversations with since elementary school. It's also amazing how we can trigger each other's memories of all sorts of details from back in grade 2 or 3 that I hadn't thought of for years.
Yesterday I had some hours to kill after my friend left on one ferry and my family came over on the next, so I bought a novel and wandered the town, reading on the beach for a while, then strolling by old haunts. It was weird what came back as I walked by the house where I lived until I was four, or wandered the grounds of my old elementary school. The door was wide open so I even went in to see the hallways didn't look much like they had back when I attended.
Now we're staying at a nice resort on the water--here's a photo of the sunset from our deck last night:
Coffee on the same deck this morning, listening to the waves roll in, was very good for the soul.
