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Simply Smile

Smiles are more powerful then we remember. I say remember, because we already know this, and just forget. Smiles are understood in every language, in every country, in every situation. A smile rarely needs interpretation. A smile just is.

On our adventurous trip home, I was reminded of the power of smiles. Every time some stranger smiled or made me smile, or even laugh, I felt enormous gratitude. I wanted to give them a hug. I wanted to tell them their smile had made my day better. Because it had.

A stranger, Alan I think his name was, bartending at the bowling alley in the Casa Grande hotel in Barbados, greeted us weary travelers with a smile and sense of humor and suddenly it wasn’t so bad to be eating dinner in a bowling alley. In fact, it was a relief.

Another stranger, the security guard/doorman at the hotel in Miami, a handsome gentlemen perhaps in his late 40s, gave me such a grand smile when I got off the shuttle that I actually decided he was kinda hot. As a 27 year old, I’m usually really wigged out when guys that old hit on me (and it happens more often then you’d believe), so all I can figure this time is that it was one helluva smile. And the long journey home was affecting my judgement.

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About mudly

Mud is main blog writer extraordinaire, picture guru, and the garden and adventure instigator. She loves to cook, but doesn’t much like following a recipe. She also loves typewriters, the color turquoise, and wearing tie dye with stripes. And she dorks out on permies.com while dreaming up and planning her next garden.

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This entry was posted on May 7, 2011 by in Memories.

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