Port of A Coruña, Spain
Since we crossed the waters from the UK we have been playing
a game of country-ping pong, bouncing in and out of Spain and Portugal almost
at will. If you take a look at the map you will see how Spain sort of wraps its
arms around Portugal in a most loving embrace.
Perhaps once it was Portugal’s neck that Spain had it arms
around? Spain seems to have a way of getting under the skin of smaller
countries that it borders, case in point Gibraltar, but that will be for a post
for a few days from now.
Yesterday in A Coruña, Spain and today in Leixões, Portugal
I have enjoyed the quietude of a semi-deserted ship. For people like myself it
is a time second only to sea days for pure enjoyment.
Leixões, Portugal
I think I had an epiphany on this trip; it is not the destination
that is important rather it is the journey.
When I was just seventeen my mother had my baby shoes
waiting for me on my dresser when I returned home from my very first trip
abroad. Beside them a little handwritten note… “Vagabond Shoes”.
I don’t think she realized how much that image and message
would fuel my soul.
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