Relative Something

Folks, I gotta tell ya, writing about our time in Portugal, a time that was a dream to experience in the first place… writing about it is not only a dream to be able to do now that we are home, it is causing me to have dreams that are rich in detail from Portugal. Just before I awoke this morning, while dreaming that I was toiling away on some task to help Ian in Portugal, I found myself questioning how I had gotten there, since it takes a day of travel. It is great that I have overcome that problem of travel by doing so in dream, but I regret that it doesn’t result in any tangible result for the Rowcliffes.

The night before last, I found myself dreaming that I was swimming in a deep pool of water with Ian’s horse, Sebastian. It was fabulous. So was our experience in Portugal.

Speaking of dreaming, trust me when I tell you that we have checked for ticket prices to fly there again.