"When everything else has gone from my brain ... what will be left, I believe, is topology: the dreaming memory of land as it lay this way and that." Annie Dillard
We bussed here today and are getting the feel of this small, tucked-away village, a quiet spot in what has become a heavily developed area.
It's about 30 degrees cooler here than it was in Seville, and I wore a sweatshirt as we walked the beach. It's good to be back in Portugal!
Labels: travel
posted by Anne Cassidy at
4:54 PM
I’m a writer and editor, the author of "Parents Who Think Too Much" and a freelancer published everywhere from the "New York Times" to "Woman’s Day." I’ve been scribbling my thoughts in one tattered notebook or another for most of my life, but this blog is the first time I’ve gone public. I'm glad you've landed here, and I hope you visit often.
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