Day 45, April 15.

Last night I missed Passover for the first time in probably 50 years, maybe longer. I usually lead the service for my family, and this year I won’t even be giving up bread for the eight days of it. Too much trouble on the road. I hope God isn’t punishing me.

Sheela picked me up and drove me to the bus station where I caught a bus to Valencia, then another to the Valencia airport (the first bus was supposed to take me there but I had to switch), where I caught the plane to Porto, Portugal.

Nuno Arais, a self-taught 3P person (by books and videos) and a musician, picked me up from the airport and drove me into that incredible city on the coast. I’ve not seen any city like it. I loved it; it took me right out of myself.

Porto is famous for its wine coming down the river, so that meant even I had to have a glass, and it was good, too!  And there I was looking out over the Atlantic Ocean, looking across the sea to where I’m going to be landing back home in about 3 weeks. Amazing.