Shining Street

Have felt tired all day after yesterday, and so much feels out of synch.

This was São Bento, wet cobbles shining, as we left after popping in on Bengt and Gunilla. Wish we could support better, but not wanting to intrude if she wants privacy. So hard.

Gratefuls:
- relaxed and happy time together at Sem Fim with a few folk we don’t often get to chat to much, left feeling much better
- sitting on the patio at Morango, in the sunshine, after church (Adega also feels sad with Feijão dying of liver cancer - do we visit??)
- the book, Honest Advent, that Deb sent me, really speaking to me, even though we’re not in Advent anymore