One Hungry Soul has been haunting me. Each photograph my camera captures translates to something else to blog about - my new life in this gorgeous country deserves much more documentation than I am allotting it. And so, as I sit on my bed on this quiet night, I retrace my steps over the past few weeks, hoping not to miss the essential details that desire to be shared.
Here's one: Sharing a warm, dry home with a seven-year-old and his mother as the spring rain persists in the watering of already drenched soil.
I moved out of that sweet little house a week ago but want to offer a glimpse into my surroundings there before this blog moves on as well.
During the hushed gaps in the coming weekend, I anticipate a more thorough catch-up on life's photo log.
Beaches and plenty of cappuccino cups await.