Returning was never a choice, but a necessity. When the Euro crisis hit, he lost it all, his business, his condo and his wife. Returning to the house of his father was a defeat.
After the first day he had looked in disgust at the blisters developing on his, once carefully manicured, hands. But gradually his body got used to the labor of clearing terraces his grandfather had once claimed from the mountainside.
As he washed himself to meet his childhood playmate, now his bride to be, he felt like roots developing to his ancestor’s soil. He was home again.
To find your own picture being this week’s picture was a sweet surprise. It was also more difficult to write on your own picture. For those unfamiliar with Madeira, I can tell it’s a blessed lush island in the Atlantic. It’s part of Portugal, and a paradise for hiking. You hike often on levadas which are water channels in the mountainside, providing water to the terraced plots. In the picture you can see the levada passing between the houses.
Friday Fictioneers is a group of bloggers under Rochelle‘s leadership. Each Wednesday a new picture, a new challenge. It should be about 100 words (which I try to keep).
January 22, 2014