Our First Friend

The postman does not deliver to our Land, so we have a box in the post office, as we had in Brazil. The innovation is that, here, we can choose to be advised when something is put in our box... so I trotted off to town this morning to retrieve a magazine a friend sends.

In normal times, the town would be filled with folk these days, as many former residents come back for the celebrations for the patron saint. (We were woken this morning by firecrackers going off at the castle.) The only people I saw were our friend, Zé Maria, and his mates, who work for the town council, clearing tree prunings. "Today would have been the bullfight", he reminded me sadly (he loves them). "When will we have a drink together again?"  "As soon as places open again", I promised.

Gratefuls:
- a walk into town, in beautiful light
- internet a lot better; managing to FT Julia and Tom
- getting some mending done