Faster Pussycat, kill kill!

Formentera, December 2020

Five girls of Formentera having lunch together always means „Action Jackson“! Sinika, Maya, Deborah, Zaadi and me. We actually had Maya‘s son Sergio all excited, receiving his first shooting lessons by auntie Zaadi. But as soon as he shot a few times, the girls took over the air rifle. Besides that, now aged between 44 and 48 years, we still behave as if being little girls when we all got to know each other back in the 80ties. I love it! Looking forward to seeing how we end up with 66…

Is it still that warm to go swimming in the sea beginning of december? Of course. Heads up and off to get immun system boosted. Maya has a kayak that needs to be repaired a little, Zaadi wants to join her as she has been practicing on her water rowing machine back in London. Sinika is looking hyper sexy in her huge white Landrover and Debo and I still maintain our yoga classes with Ayesha and Mariona twice a week in the morning. The warrior position to be maintained as long as possible, firm and strong.

Dinners and lunches don‘t stop. Though we skip the party nights and not because of lockdown, simply because of lack of energy. What a fucking great lock down time , isolated on an island that, historically, used to be populated mainly by pirates and later by people banished from society. Just like some of the characters in Russ Meyer movies.

Anyway, this in only one of the many aspects of Formentera. My plan to come and live here again has been even more manifested. I have already had the chance to join the local choir group in which Sue and Bill, my second parents, introduced me to. Suddenly, I am practicing songs of Mozart in alto timbre. It is so much fun!

And then back to yoga position of downward facing dog. Back to humbleness, being so bloody thankful for what we have. Even Mr P is all humble and introverted.