"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
In Madeira, you won't be drinking Guinness but poncha, which is made from sugar cane rum and either orange or lemon juice. It's sweet and sour and a couple of them will make you forget your troubles.
Since we've been drinking it with folks from Scandinavia, we've been saying "cheers!" or skål!" rather than the Portuguese "saúde!"
But today we really should say, "sláinte!"
posted by Anne Cassidy at
4:55 AM
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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