It is some mundane nondescript Friday afternoon by the Atlantic seaside of Gaia, Portugal. This wandering traveler has again followed the capricious winds of whim and blown ashore for a few days respite from weeks of continuous travel to visit a friend. The gracious hospitality of her and her family is much appreciated as they have genuinely welcomed my intrusion into their tranquil dwellings. Often times I am unsure how to requite such the sincerity of their welcome. Although the economy here is still foundering,and they are by no means rich, they offer more than I require…as such, I count my blessings all the same and shall remember them with much gratitude.
