Today, according to the maps we crossed the border to Portugal. We ended up driving a dirth road amongst olive groves and sheep into a small eucalyptus forest where we could hide from those who draw those lines named borders and world felt good and sweet here …
I put the doormat down on the grass in front of the sliding door of the van, this was our home now.
We walked out in the evening, to stretch our legs after a days drive. Slowly wading down the path amongst the trees, lined up with wild lavender and variety of little flowers. We stopped where the path split and watched a herd of horses out in the meadow in the sunset.
I thought to myself “if you ask me now, what do I want to be when I grow up, the answer would be Tarzan” I wish I knew that when I was little …