I’ve been in Portugal now for two weeks. For the most part we have stayed in our house in a small village that borders Spain.
It feels strange to call this house ours because it was my mother’s house until her death last year. The land this house stands on has been in our family for at least four generations. It is saturated with memories. The sky abov…
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