It started beautifully (coffee, the sunshine-y view over the green hills, Laurie Lee to read and birdsong and dogs barking happily at imaginary rabbits) and ended peacefully (light supper, family Telly viewing of vintage British-ness).
And, in between, there were long(ish) drives to and from Lisbon, listening to radio 4 and companionship (we could have done without the ‘single still?’ comment but considering we’ve had Quite a Lot of family of Origin time in the past few days, that was easily smiled-at and talk of lovers and friends and anti-domesticity and love-of-adventure and probably-not-settling-down-again at least not-in-the-traditional-sense and all was Well ;)
Very teamgloria-type-shop-window-admiring-ness, darlings – 1920s glove emporium, an 1885 hat shop, vintage books and faded cartes postales.
And a Most curious and Unexpected stop at one of the last barrel makers in Portugal in a village where we were also invited to see an olive press from napoleonic times and a slow stroll through the tiny square, kissing on both cheeks those to whom we were introduced and a cheery “boa tarde!” to the surprise of others (we Do like to be friendly and locally-engaging).
This has been the only really sad moment of our trip.
Usually we love Nothing More than a dog snuffling and dreaming and sighing at the end of the bed.
But the Scar is a bit afraid of scratches.
So we had to keep the door closed.
That feels weird.
Not as weird and sad as we felt at Madrid airport en route to Lisbon, when we felt too, too tired and scratchy and a bit Nervy about coming here.
And now we feel Relaxed and grateful.
and ever so slim and freckled and lots-of-deep-breathing-relaxed-ness.
How on Earth are we going to re-enter the sniper fire of midtown manhattan?
Perhaps we are Just too European to do it for that much longer…….
The Fates will decide.
That much we know ;)
Packed and not at all prepared for what’s next.
And feeling nice and loose and relaxed about the Prospect, actually.
How have You been?
We do miss you.