I mentioned in my last post that we've got in touch with my second cousin who lives in Las Vegas. We started to correspond, to share about our lives. Now I discovered that she likes Portugal as well. I wonder is it something in our family that makes us to be attracted to this certain place in the world? Or "soul family"? Or why are we drawn to some places anyway? Questions.

It's been two days now that I have a very sore back. It's always like that when I'm worrying or thinking too much about something. This time I've been thinking about my work, our hotel, my future, the next year. Decisions to make. Soon.

Autumn colours are slowly invading the village. The scenery has started to get a brownish-yellowish tint, but everything is still very green. I have the feeling that everything is slowing down...