My Friend, Ângelo

The Adega, like all bars (called cafés here) in the Alentejo is a place for men, not women. The traditional Cante Alentejano is done by men (though nowadays there are female groups, just not in Mourão). So, one day, when I got there before Mike, I was beating a retreat when Ângelo called me back in and asked why I was leaving. I explained, but he refused to let me go, and insisted on buying me a drink until Mike got there. Ever since then, he has a special place in my heart.

Gratefuls:
- beautiful, cold, sunny weather, and gorgeous light
- people giving up a Saturday morning to encourage us, via FaceTime
- catching up with ourselves