Our flight is tonight. We will wake up in Portugal, if we sleep through the final hours of our six plus hour trip. Now I am terrified. Spent the morning looking at real estate pics of our house in Texas and wishing to go home, hmmm. I know this will pass but wish it would disappear faster. Bridgid, in answer to your worries for Boston, we brought a heatwave. Poor everybody. The neighborhood here is magical and I wish I could have been out more. A mass of period gingerbread houses perched higgledy piggledy atop a hill surround us. Everywhere you look is a decorative door or fence, another yard full of flowers and lawn chairs – so glad to have this vision to carry with me into the very unknown.
Ivy Lore 