I got an email a few minutes ago. No text, just a subject.
You awake? Can you skype?
It’s from a long time friend. She and her husband are making their way through France.
I fired up the app. The cameras came on.
I was poorly lit in a dark t-shirt. They were in white cotton robes sitting in the sun on their patio. A carafe of coffee and two cups sat on the table.
Today’s coffee was good. Yesterday’s not so much.
They are absorbing France. And they’re sharing. Updates and photos come to friends and family in a daily mass mailing.
“Tell Geoff to check his email.” It was husband’s off-camera voice. The photo at the top of this entry was waiting. It’s early morning there, late evening here.
“You’re the only one we could think of who’s awake,” she said to me. We all laughed.
Their vacation sounds great. I love these conversations.
To me, Skype is transparent. That’s its power. Once your conversation gets going (not always easy), it disappears. A conversation on Skype is just like speaking to someone in the room with you.
I enjoyed my quick trip to France.