The Chess Set
When we travel, we rarely buy "things." We're not collectors, or shoppers, or souvenir hunters. It used to be because we spent all our money on the trip itself or because we didn't really have a place to fit or a way to carry a pile of purchases.
But every once in awhile we come across that one perfect thing. That item that was unique in such a way that we'd contemplate maybe, just possibly, we could figure out a way to get it home.
This chess set was one of those things. Way too big to consider carrying with us. Way too fragile.
Way too expensive.
And in the end way too worth it.
It wasn't without its difficulties, which included me literally getting caught in a Ecuadorian turnstyle (on a bus!) because my package was too huge to board properly.
When I bought it I had no idea that the joy it would bring me would not be only from the beauty of the pieces but also from watching these two play.
But every once in awhile we come across that one perfect thing. That item that was unique in such a way that we'd contemplate maybe, just possibly, we could figure out a way to get it home.
This chess set was one of those things. Way too big to consider carrying with us. Way too fragile.
Way too expensive.
And in the end way too worth it.
It wasn't without its difficulties, which included me literally getting caught in a Ecuadorian turnstyle (on a bus!) because my package was too huge to board properly.
When I bought it I had no idea that the joy it would bring me would not be only from the beauty of the pieces but also from watching these two play.
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