This entry finds me again sitting on the balcony of yet another hotel room, just outside Gibraltar. This one is slightly higher and wider, and instead of a narrow Spanish street I’m looking out over a large marina with the straits of Gibraltar beyond. Further beyond that I can see the majestic mountains of North Africa. The sun is beating down and wind shakes the palm trees in the street three floors below me. When he returns from doing our laundry, John and I will head out to explore the landscape now stretched out before me. It’s a wonderful scene to behold, but once again I find myself wondering how on earth I can be so lucky.