10 days of Ching Ching

This is a poem about a 10 day trip to Portugual - where 4 friends and I managed to get away from our kids, our work, our schedules and our husbands.

It takes 10 days

Flying half way across the world

Leaving behind the daily madness and stresses

Preening in the mirror, wearing each other's dresses

Being girls again, giggles and all

To lower your guard and drop the walls

Nothing's too silly or too crazy to share

Your outrageous dreams and worst fears are laid bare

Each one is different, dealing with their issues

Caipirinhas, that cafe, a box of tissues

Cobblestone streets, hidden beaches, dolphins, even smilies in caves

Soaking in hot springs, a hand held tight while tumbling and falling with waves 

Sand on your feet, scraped knees , the taste of salt water 

Moments where you are just you, not a mom, a wife or a daughter 

Streets full of party people, an orange dress , a second glance

Learning that maybe you do know how to dance

Cycles and trains, the blue flower road, a foggy drive

Pause and hear yourself breathe, feel alive

To know somebody like you didn't know them before

Find space in their hearts and feel your own heart grow

Inside jokes, stories and a bond that will stay.. always

And It takes ONLY 10 days.