Relative Something

On Wednesday, we got off the farm in the afternoon and played tourist again. I’ll tell you about it next time I claim some time to write. I seem to have fallen behind a bit here, so I’ll fill in with this photo of us in front of a vista of groves and forests, some burned, on the small mountains of northern Portugal. The writing I did in my journal while on the trip contains a lot of shorthand and doesn’t read so well. I’m finding I spend a bit more time than I anticipated would be necessary to clean them up and make them ready for posting. There are just a few days of our trip left to describe. I hope to get back to the rest of our story real soon.