I am deep into my dream. I'm putting my backpack into my locker and I am happy to be in the company of my friend. Bob is explaining to me about how the new counter girls are slow, but we have oatmeal milk...
I wake up thinking about Gregory, a nice gentleman that passed on my last journey to Europe.
I get out of my bed thinking (in real life), where is my phone?
A text, from Bob.
Mr. Shaffer has passed.
Intuition is real.
Tears, which I allow to flow freely from my little eyes, don't come.
They want to, but I am in shock.
Grandfathers are foreign to me....friends are frequent.
I feel bad I didn't get more information out of him. He was so dapper, charming and alive.
We sit on this beach, chatting about how death is always associated with tragedy...not today...
It is such an honorable sadness.
Thank you Mr. Shaffer, for kissing my hand and making me feel important.
Thank you for teaching me that charm requires substance.
I believe we return to the sun... it makes sense now why no one bothered our view.
(Being human is the real fear.)
Lisbon has been beyond beautiful. The sun warmed my skin and we adopted a friend named Nathanael. We went to the beach each day and watched the biggest waves I have ever seen crash upon the shore.
Kristin cooked spaghetti that Italians are jealous of, and I washed the dishes. The sun has taken most of our energy and we discuss our need for b-12.
Today we are going to Sagres, 3 hours from Lisbon. I know we take a bus, but my sense of urgency is still putting its stuff in a locker on the loading dock.
(I contemplated putting sand at the bottom of my boots, so I am just always at the beach, but it doesn't seem like a great idea.)
My creative side is trying really hard to be quiet but someone stole my notebook...so we are out of outlets. (I should of bought 2 adapters).
I can hear the rain falling now and I love the rain. Kristin and I have been laughing so hard, just about everything. It may be nice to experience a little grey. Maybe we will limit ourselves to only like 8 jokes a day...(I am working hard to only eat 3 pieces of bread at our beautiful breakfast hosted by the hostel).
It's cool to know this trip has already changed my life.
I have met kind people and my dad asked me to lead with kindness.
It has made me realize, I am growing up...(stop pestering me to go to the pub crawl...I hate that it ends at a night club).
Most importantly, it has given me time to practice my handstands, which I value...maybe I'm not grown up?
It has given me the chance to be saturated in rain on a Tuesday in Lisbon.
The coast of Portugal is my path, and please, no one tell the Appalachian.
I hope everyone is doing well...I miss my friends...(and family)...but I keep thinking how lucky I am to have such good friends...
Talk to you in Sagres...we are staying in a beach hostel.