On the Guadiana

Zion with his other grandparents. On the ferry from Sanlúcar in Spain back to Alcoutín in Portugal, where we'd decided to go for lunch, on the way up to Mourão. Warm sunshine, good food, plenty of laughter.

They all arrived safely last night; for that, I am grateful. For yet another terrible night, coughing my lungs up, finding it harder... For joy even so, and so much beauty, it's easier. For having most of my family here, extremely so.