I see lots of these bright blue butterflies flitting along the trail, but when they land the blue disappears. Today this butterfly found a friend and kept its wings open while they chatted.
Those of you who have been reading my blog have discovered (along with me) about my laundry fetish. Normally I have to do my washing in a tiny hotel sink; but yesterday the convent I stayed at had serious washing sinks with sloping sides. I was able to pound and knead to my hearts content.
On the way out of town my heart was all a flutter when I found an all-out laundry venue. This was the kind of place where you could wade in and put your whole body into getting clothes properly clean.