August 3, 2015
The ride down from our village in Peneda Geres was breathtakingly beautiful. We passed through a couple of lovely villages set on the edge of the deep valley surrounded by ancient terraced slopes. Theses are just a few of the signs that this area once supported a much larger population.
After twenty five years with Gord, he continues to be recklessly drawn to the edge of precipices with only my hen pecking keeping him alive. How did he survive before he met me.
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