To the Land, I go

In the morning I’m leaving on the slow train up to see Barbara (“Baba”) and the land up North. It is always good to rest there, since Baba lives and breathes the pure peace of Jesus.

Hopefully this go around the Portuguese train tracks won’t catch ablaze. Last summer’s journey was crazy.

When I return, I’ll have one more night in Cascais and then I’ll leave for Prague to see Jane and baby Sofia. I am Aunt Nelly, after all.

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One Response to “To the Land, I go”
  1. Sue says:

    Can only imagine your time was absolutely wonderful with Barbara. ..lives and breathes the pure peace of Jesus…Wow!
    Something to long for!!!
    Praying for your days to last long and well. 🙂

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