Those two mornings to enjoy a fresh breakfast while talking over a hot cup or two of coffee, no interruptions, no distractions. We both savored just sitting at a table alone for hours.
Those hours of Saturday afternoon spent in the sea. We drove to the West shore and my favorite physical place on this earth, our Fomm Ir-Rih bay. The turquoise sea beckoned, so we hiked our way to the bottom of the gorge and dipped in the cold sea, then slithered up the beach and basked in the sun on the rocky shore.
When the hotel heard it was our 20th anniversary, they sent up a bottle of champagne with compliments. The nice man who brought it smiled to Chris, who was laying out my attire for dinner and teased that he had us beat with his 32 years. Those long marriages don't just make themselves. This little weekend was just another little brick in our building. It's oh so much taller than when we began all those years ago, and we've every intention to build it up to touch the clouds.
And two girlies were pretty happy when we returned.