Monica my Spanish graciela and Heroine


MM for Monica and Marie
MM for Monica and Marie

Introduction

A month or so ago, I was really not in good shape. “Melancholia starred and I hid my face.” It prodded and I just had to flee. Monica and I have been friends since we met online during the Knowledge Gateway for Women’s Economic Empowerment era. We were community champions and eventually found ourselves in the same target group for policy makers.

Barça here I come

Just landed
Just landed

Monica had kept inviting me to Barcelona and I had kept finding some excuse or the other. I mean there is always something right? But this time around, I am the one who started asking Monica for her availability. I had to flee from Brussels if only for a while. There was also another main reason for wanting to at least breathe the Barça air. My brother had once wandered there from Germany and he had been helped by some lady who kept him for two days before he took off. Monica was unfortunately now very busy with her recently began MBA program, family and all. Actually, the long weekend I identified was the same one her parents in law chose to visit with them.

Friendship in the air
Friendship in the air

The Treat turns into a Retreat

I pleaded with Monica who in turn pleaded with her husband. Hmm, I was invited, not to stay with them, but in a hotel managed by him. I won’t say further lest someone starts begging Monica. I don’t call her my graciela for nothing. Check the word up, it means blessing. It was out of the city in a fantastic place. I almost felt like I was in my village, close to the forest.

Peaceful Girona!
Peaceful Girona!

And it came to be that Monica picked me up from the airport, took me to the arenas where a table had been reserved for two with Spanish champagne, and thereafter showed me some round town.

What a welcome Treat!
What a welcome Treat!

The next day, I was pretty much on my own, I visited this village centre and took all the time to reflect on my life and this unwanted guest inside my mind. I even felt good enough to venture out into Girona by night! A first night date in months!

Hop on the tour wagon I did!
Hop on the tour wagon I did!
Girona by night
Girona by night

And the decision was made

Receiving the scroll right there in Girona!
Receiving the scroll right there in Girona!

Goodbyes are always the hardest to say. I was sad to leave Barça, and even more sad for what laid ahead. The decision was made to turn a great chapter of my life. One that had been brief but beautiful. Yet it had been painful and sometimes un-navigable. I made the decision to quit and to face it in all maturity. It took and still takes a lot of stamina. I barely have energy for other issues. I actually run away from any I think may add to my stress.

I’ll always be grateful

My siblings joke that I surely know someone in most countries of the world. Yeah I have this network flair. I love human relations and my instincts hardly play tricks on me when it comes to ‘people’. I have met several people in life, from all kinds of walks of life. You name them; these hands of mine have greeted the likes on Ellen Johnson and some prisoners, junkies and ‘shaggy’ people too. For Monica and all my other friends therefore, I’ll always be grateful.

Gratitude all the way
Gratitude all the way

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6 thoughts on “Monica my Spanish graciela and Heroine”

  1. Oh, Marie, what a lovely gift, to you, and in you,..What I mean is, both that Monica offered you a place where you could escape Brussels and retreat to think, which was a lovely gift indeed. But you know the much more important gift (in my opinion, and which so impresses and humbles me) is your gift of friendship and also your ability to trust your friends, even those you only know from on-line, to care about you enough to take you in. Your equal ability to accept what they want to give you, and even more astonishing to me, to be able to ask from them what you need — well, that is so amazing to me. You know, my own response to such a request from you would be the same: “Why of course, Marie, come here, stay with me, whatever you need, anything at all that I can do…”

    And yet I myself have never, ever, been able to trust anyone to tolerate *me* or my presence with them unless I paid them quite literally for their troubles. This is such a terrible way to feel that I just marvel at your truly beautiful trust that people won’t hate or resent you. I mean, and I hope you understand where I am coming from, of course they would *never* resent you, but I so often feel myself resented and hated just because I do, the very fact that anyone could ask for what they need and get it — well that just makes me shake my head in wonder and amazement…

    And you know what? I love love love that you do it and that people respond positively to you. I just love it! Graciela, yes! You Marie are “una graciela” yourself.

    Your friend and a small but loving member of your large “web family,”

    “Pammy”

    1. Sweet Pammy,

      You are next on my heroines’ list! yes for you l let the cat out of the bag! You know that they teach in therapy and all, don’t be afraid to ask for help! And you know that feeling in you about someone even just by listening to that voice or reading their lines? I have had this gift from small! I always say I knew my marriage was gonna be rocky from the start! There was no trust and love in my guts but I thought I could fake it until I make it as the saying goes!
      and so that’s life right? Pammy dear, for all u’ve been thru, u deserve to start losening up a bit and begin to feel ur intuition about people! maybe some trust will seep in and someone may just be there for u as u’ve been for countless others? Happy Thanksgiving my friend!

    1. hey sweet, if l ever find myself in S.A, ok let me start again! next year when am in S.A, I hope to be in your city and to call on you! I don’t care once more if u’r male or female!

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