The difference between my dreams of backpacking bodly across unknown lands
and what is
actually happening is pain. My main concern is legs that buckle under or a fall head first
down the stairs. At times I feel I should rush, or keep moving, that impatient queasiness
begins inside me. But I am learning to swallow it down, or let the sun dry it up, like a raisin...
I paid 500 escudos for a manga(mango) and walked back to the bus station as quickly as I could,
hip bones feeling raw under the weight. I look at the map of Portugal- somewhere far from Lisboa
; I've learned my lesson with urban settings. I want a coast......