A Blood Memory

Whenever I travel, particularly when in a foreign country, I feel out of sorts, very uneasy, truly like I don’t belong. After a few days it passes and I allow myself to begin to enjoy the experience. I must say the most amazing feeling came over me the second I stepped on to Portuguese soil, my heart was instantly full. The day was spent on a train , exploring VilaNova de Gaia, enjoying the view, and reflecting on the day. In the evening when I looked at the the Sé Cathedral and Sao Francisco church I was filled with emotion, even a few tears. It was a feeling of “I’ve come home”. The Portuguese call this a blood memory.
Obrigada avô e avó

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