It’s the little things.
Grabbing my hand to cross a busy road and then moving me so I’m not on the side where the cars are.
It’s shouting me to come see a funny video he’s just watched.
It’s asking me if I’m tired/ok/good when we are out.
It’s checking I can swim – by making me demonstrate – before allowing me to properly swim alone in the sea.
It’s checking with the restaurant that the food won’t contain gluten.
It’s driving for hours just to show me all the beaches and beautiful places he knows I will love.
It’s sandwiching my hand close to his body when I grab his arm in a crowd.
It’s going to find a chair to sit with me outside when he was probably more comfortable on the bed.
It’s late on Day 8 and I’m pretty tired.
I’ve had a wonderful couple of days. Yesterday we woke at 5.30am, ate, packed the car and set off on a road trip. Wildcard drove for hours and hours to show me some famous and stunningly beautiful cities in his country.
Today, we went to the beach and then he continued his tour, showing me a gorgeous marina and then taking us out for a dinner of fresh sardines and salad.
Tomorrow, I think we are moving on and he’s told me that we may go the long way back, taking in a few more places on the way home.
I’m so glad we have another week.