Isn't It Pretty To Think So?

Dispatches on life, love and the human condition by a wanderer and hopeful romantic

Rogil day three, part one

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Yesterday’s post brought to you by jetlag…and utter physical and mental exhaustion. Head wreckers, they are. I’m glad I documented what I was feeling, because I think it’s important to get as much of this trip down — the good, the bad and the ugly — as possible. It’s also interesting to see how mercurial I am…moody freak!

Anyway…doing much better today! I walked down the road through my valley and drank coffee in the morning sun. I really need to sink in and appreciate how lucky I am just on a sensory level to be having this experience. And honestly, it’s one month of my life away from my daily routine. Even if my head is wrecked for the next 3 1/2 weeks (it won’t be, but let’s say), I can go back to Red Hook, Brooklyn, and sink right back into it. I don’t think much will have changed there while I’m away.

Hopefully, I will have–or at least learned a bit more about myself, because that’s what this trip is about, isn’t it? It seems so self-indulgent and selfish when I say it like that. But I like to look at it as self-improvement; I’m learning about myself so I can be a better, saner person for the people in my life. At least, that’s part of it for sure.

Now it’s off to the beach. More later…

Author: elizabethmontalbano

I am a writer, photographer, lover, fighter, traveler and bon vivant currently residing in southwest Portugal.

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