It's raining in Lisbon today. I spent the entire day working on projects for school. Picking up a film roll from the lab was my treat. Especially since my entire weekend implicates school work. But it is all for a good reason. Next weekend I'll be heading for Algarve.
Now I would be lying if I'd said that I didn't think of home sometimes while I'm here in Portugal. I think of my valley, which I've historically had a hate/love relationship to. I used to feel so bound by the the mountains, so limited. As a child I looked across the river and watched the cars passing by. I wished I'd be with them, heading east, to somewhere where I could see the horizon.
Whenever I go back there today, I feel safe. When the things to accomplish are so many, that just the thought of organizing it makes me want to give up, I look at these pictures. They sooth. Shortage of something we so badly want, but can't have here and now, leads to tremendous gratitude when we finally attain it. That is the beauty of it.
