A Long Vacation

June 2, 2014

Hola de Madrid mi amiga Carla.

Is that right? Okay, my Spanish is rusty, but Charlie and I only arrived in Madrid two days ago. Give me time. It's been a while since you and I sat next to each other in Spanish class. Can you believe we'll celebrate our twenty-fifth high school reunion next year at this time?

As the caption says, the photo on the front of this postcard is of the Parque del Retiro. It was a great place to walk off our jet lag. Well, it was for me. Charlie spent most of the time sneezing, wheezing and complaining. He had a business meeting this morning, so I went back by myself and enjoyed the plants and people-watching. Would you believe a guy hit on me?

That's all for now. Say hi to Frank and the girls for me.

Love, Marci


June 20, 2014

Hola, Carla.

I hope you get this before July 4th. I have no idea how long it takes for a postcard to get from Toledo, Spain to Omaha, Nebraska. Charlie and I spent a week in Toledo. What a fabulous place. I could live there. I love the architecture, the landscapes, and the people. Unfortunately, Charlie spent most of his time answering emails and talking on the phone. Some things never change. Hahaha. Anyway, I had a great time.

If you get this after the 4th, you'll know I didn't come back with Charlie. I decided to stay an extra couple of weeks. He had to get back to deal with some problem only he could handle.

Say hi to Frank and the girls for me.

Love, Marci


July 18, 2014

Hola, Carla.

As you've figured out, I extended my trip again. I rented a car and drove from Madrid to Seville. It should have taken two and a half hours, but I stopped many times along the way to stroll streets and visit with the locals, and it took me about twice as long. I spent a day in Seville, stayed in a wonderful hotel, and then drove to Gibraltar. That is some hunker of a rock. Hahaha. The coast is beautiful, and the water is so blue. I've never seen anything like it. The people are friendly, and they made me feel right at home. I could spend the rest of my life here. More another time.

Say hi to Frank and the girls for me.

Love, Marci

P.S. My Spanish is almost immaculado. Hahaha


August 15, 2014

Hi, Carla.

Remember in the last postcard when I said I could spend the rest of my life in Gibraltar? Well, I decided to. You know I haven't been happy. Charlie's always working. Brent and Amy are grown with their own families. I felt lost and unneeded at home. I haven't told Charlie or the kids yet. I guess I need to do that soon. Certainly before I file for a divorce.

Remember I told you about that guy who hit on me in Madrid? Well, it happened again—a different guy this time—in Seville, at the ocean village along the marina. I was browsing in one of the shops and started chatting with the owner. The next thing I knew we were eating dinner at this lovely restaurant on the water. He asked me out again. At first, I said I couldn't. I was married. But back at the bar in my hotel over a nightcap I changed my mind.

There's a knock on the door. It's Alesander. He's taking me out on his boat. More later.

Say hi to Frank and the girls for me.

Love, Marci


August 17, 2014

OMG! I can't believe it. I slept with Alesander last night. It was great. It's been so long since...Well, you don't need to know that. Hahahaha.

Anyway, I called Charlie today to let him know I wouldn't be back. He asked what he should do with my clothes. Can you believe that?

Alesander is taking me to a nude beach today. What was I thinking when I agreed? I know, you're thinking, that's so unlike Marci. Well, I guess this is the new Marci. Hahahaha.

Hey, if you and Frank ever want to get away, we have an extra bedroom. Oh, I guess I didn't tell you, Alesander and I are living together. I'm going to fry in Hell, and I don't care. Hahaha. Anyway, consider this an open invitation to come visit anytime. And the nude beach is optional. Hahaha.

Say hi to Frank and the girls for me.

Love, Marci