My flight from Europe arrived in Portland on time at 10:25 p.m. on Tuesday, November 10. Since then, I’ve been battling a cold bug that has comfortably nestled in my sinuses. It does not make the acclimation process any easier. But it does explain why I haven’t written in five days.
It’s amazing to me to think that, the last time I wrote, I was wandering around my little town of Alba Adriatica, Italy. Everything was done, I had said goodbye to my family and my little support system. I had eaten my last glorious spaghetti dinner. Of course, I had indulged in olive d’Ascolana–three times.
This is My Lemonade 