Portugal. That is home. Back at home. Home is the sunshine and the sea and the smell of the sea. Home is strolls by the beach throughout the year. Yes, home is also bakeries, well done for remembering without any prompting.
In 21 days, I will go home. Yay me! The occasion is a beach holiday with the little brother, Mum and Dad. I'm really looking forward to these 10 days relaxing with them. And you will be too, when you see all the amazing photos I'm planning on taking and read my even wittier comments on the different shades of sunlight tanning me throughout the week. Yes, I'd be looking forward to that if I were you, because we all know how inspiring the sun can be for one's creative spirit. On day one, I will be a pretty pathetic yellow-ish emigrant returning home, but by the 10th day I expect to be a golden brown healthier looking version of my current self. Fingers crossed for moi, if you're not too jealous.
I'm counting the days to going home. And I'm counting the hours until M gets here. With a little bit of E with him. Home is Portugal and home is all the places where I've left a bit of myself… home is the people I love.