May 19, 2012. 11:23 am. Boca Beach Club.
The Rapid Traveler back from a swim, reading a newspaper.
Mrs. Rapid Traveler on the sofa by the window, flipping through magazines.
Suddenly, her head turns up, the idyll is broken, “This is to wash away your guilt!”
Only Saturday morning and she had pieced it together.
The next Friday, of Memorial Day weekend, The Rapid Traveler would be off to Uruguay, Paraguay and Iguazú Falls on a solo trip. He had slipped information to her so gradually over the prior months that it had passed her mind, until, in post-yoga alertness, it all came together: the last minute romantic weekend booking, the uncharacteristic selection of a beach resort, the “I do not have any planned activities, I just want you to enjoy yourself this weekend.” Guilty tracks everywhere.
So, on Mrs. Rapid Traveler’s birthday, here is a big thank you for tolerance and ‘I love you’ from The Rapid Traveler.
Only problem is, he is 7,969 miles and two seasons away in sending these wishes.
Over this period of 7 weeks, between her business travel and his (this time she is gone more than he!), they will have precisely 6 hours together on June 25 and even a whole weekend together on June 30-July 1. They will pencil in that birthday celebration for Bastille Day, and until then, she will not fail in reminding him that this guilt cannot be washed away.