Our view over Largo de São Domingos. My vehicles, on the sill, taking a short break from the wonderfully steep and narrow cobbled "roads". Much gratitude, as well, for my cheap pseudo-Tom's, which allowed me to sprint from gate to gate in Toronto, just making our connecting flight.
This is truly a fantastic place, on Tolerance Square.
Jet lag update: So far, so good! It's almost 7pm here, and we are ready to head out again, in search of tapas and ginjinha.
Goodbye cozy office. Goodbye cottage. Goodbye chickadee who sleeps on a nail beneath the
eave. Goodbye garden of tangled kale trees and purple Bosnian beans. Goodbye Longhorns on
the hill. I love it here. So much to enjoy, every day.
And I’m feeling delighted to adventure afar. A change in landscape, people, language, time
zones, ways of moving through the day. To get to Lisbon, Russ and I will be in airports or
planes for about twentyfour hours. My intention for this portion of the journey is to stay as fluid
and mobile as possible. And to surrender, as gracefully as I can, to it all: arduous lines,
industrial food, snoozing upright in tiny seats.
What about jet lag, I wonder? I’ve never flown across so much ocean. I’ll be experimenting with
how CranioSacral Therapy can affect our circadian rhythms, to be sure.
Well, here I go!
‘Til the next post from Lisbon…...