Musings of a Global Nomad

the girls at our big fab family wedding disclaimer: I struggled with blogger this year, every time I added a photo everything else did a merry dance and moved aroound. So ignore the blank spaces, the odd formatting, irregular font. Either I am losing my graphic skills or the app needs an urgent update. Nevertheless in a bid to take this to press before midnight, I am publishing this as is. I know you will be kind. P.S. If you have an option, view it in mobile view Dear friends and family, 'All roads lead to Rome'! This seems to literally be the Lobo Rebello mantra. No matter where we go, what we do, somehow, we always find ourselves on a road back to the Eternal city. And so, it is here that the Lobo Rebello's have gathered to celebrate the end of 2024. It is cold outside (a shock to the system of the three who spent the last 18 months in tropical paradise), but our hearts are warm, we feel at peace, we feel like we are home. The last month has been so hectic with the move ...

 Blessings Today we celebrate 21 years of joy and love, and care, and laughter,  that soulful hearty laughter, that can bring a smile to the weariest of hearts. And we thank God for you. Today we celebrate the strong woman you are and the courage and resilience and 'fighter spirit' that inspirational 'fighter spirit ' that takes whatever life throws at you with positivity and immence strength. And we thank God for you. Today we send you blessings for health and happiness and success loud, colourful, joyous success  in every sphere of your life. And we thank God for you. Today we renue our promice to always be there. to hold your hand in tough times to laugh with you in good times to walk with you,  every step of the way every wonderous or wearisome step And we will always thank God for you.

 My warrior friend Her signature wry humor cracks us up her laugh, hearty, wholesome is infectious, and we spend countless hours on the phone laughing till our bodies shake and our hearts feels buoyant, alive and loved. We bare our souls, our stories matter,  we give advise, share, care and she is always the rock, her shoulder always steady, so I can lean on it and rest my weary head, till I feel rested, stronger and brighter.   Her story is one of resilience her path riddled with boulders that knocked down happiness and self esteem, but she rose dauntless, she stopped enduring, her courage fierce, inspiring and relentless. And so I call her my warrior friend an always there friend, who listens without judgement, holds space for my choas, and makes my life better, shinier, lovlier.