Journey Day 7

A journey contains everything; The good, the bad, the vast world in between.

I am walking the streets of Porto like I am the rabbit from 'Alice in Wonderland' hopping around breathless, muttering to myself 'I am late! I am late! I am late!' 

A journey is anything but peaceful when stress and rage accompany it.
But traveling during Covid era holds an array of uncertainties, and I find myself digging deep in the rabbit hole of uncertainties: 'What if I get Covid? What if I can't get on the flight to Italy? What will they do - put me in some sad lonely hotel room?? What will I eat? What this, what that....' The panic is understandable. After all, there is a risk in travel during this insane time, but if I made it thus far - why do I wrap my brain around what could happen, rather then be with what IS happening?

And what IS happenning is that I am here, in this magical country of sweet as Pastel De Nata people, countless castles and palaces and history, Fado music for days, and my sweetheart by my side. Why worry.