Tag: home
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The Drums of Óbidos

I had entered a time machine, not to medieval Portugal, but to my own youth in 20th century California. When the drums played in Óbidos, I could close my eyes and picture the parade at my Renaissance Faire
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Something a Lot Like Home

It is strange the extent to which when I am at home I daydream constantly about traveling and when I am traveling all I want is a place to nest. I wanted to see my home away from home, unpack, imagine where I’d take my morning coffee, etc.