It’s a book, it’s a movie, it’s the story of Jack Kerouac, a 1962 novel written by him, in which he trades as the fictional character Jack Duluoz, in which his spends some time in a cabin in Bixby Canyon, Big Sur, that was owned by his friend and Beat poet Lawrence Ferlinghetti.
Last night, we spent in a cabin on top of a mountain in Big Sur, in the middle of nowhere. Following a day of tremendous ups and downs along the Pacific Coast, overlooking the foggy coast line.
Beauty, and nothing else.
Today, it’s our wedding anniversary, the first we’ve spent apart. The first time also that I heard what Pádraig thinks and feels about his new life: that he is accepting it, knowing how limited and difficult it is sometimes and that his biggest trouble is dealing with the loneliness.
Big Sur is beautiful and a place that would have been top of his list of nice places, I’m sure. He would have loved this cabin in the middle of nowhere on top of a mountain. But today, in my thoughts, I’ll be at home with Pat and Pádraig.
Hospi-Tales 
besos y abrazos más que nunca
Igualmente!!!
Congratulations on your wedding anniversary, Reinhard and Pat. You are thousands of miles apart but nevertheless so close to each other.
Thank you so much, Gisela! Didn’t have a chance to get back to you earlier… I think this was the first time that we were not together that day, physically. Don’t remember what I imagined that day what our life would be. Whatever it was, I couldn’t have come up with anything even close to reality… But I’m sure I’m not the only person in that position!
Perhaps as Patrick is enabled to communicate more he will find he is less lonely. What a brave and admirable person he is. I know you are all so proud of him.
We are so proud of him! He is doing things that are, at least for me, bordering on the incomprehensible. He’ll find a way to tell us one day how he managed do the impossible. No doubt.