This beautiful photograph by Julius Shulman, “Woman and the Ocean,” taken in 1930 not only epitomizes the music of Fado, the heart wrenching sorrowful melodies of Portugal, it also paints the feelings I had yesterday leaving that wonder-filled country. Yep, your right, I’m being melodramatic. But please bear with the “me.” Before we drove to the airport I did go outside into the crisp blue air, and I did take a good long look at that wine dark sea. I said goodbye to Portugal, and then we ate delicious pea soup at the airport (Portugal makes incredibly awesome soup) and we cried, saying farewell to family and friends before we stuffed them into the airport parking elevator.
When we got home our apartment felt strange, as though I didn’t really believe that we lived there. It was so comfortably foreign. However, over coffee this morning I felt that familiar old life returning and I welcomed it, and even though things seemed to return to the same, it felt a little different. Inspirational even. As though one was closer to opening a few new doors and didn’t have to rely on the old ones with the rusty hinges anymore. It’s a new year after all, and maybe there’s magic in that, I don’t know. Anyway, I wish you all many blessings for the naked year of days that lie ahead of us.