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Everywhere one looks in Portugal, there is a walled fortress, sometimes left over from the Romans, but more often relics of a Middle Ages Europe that hadn’t yet gelled into anything like the nations we know today.
I just got off the bus from Evora. It is getting cold fast-down to about 45 degrees from the day’s high of 63 degrees-and dark, not surprising for early November.
I just finished a very long and equally lovely Sunday almoço (mid-day meal) with a well-educated Portuguese couple. Shortly after the bacalhau appeared on the table, the conversation turned to the American election nearly upon us. I asked my hosts what they thought about the two candidates. This question led to a long and thoughtful conversation about the challenges facing our one world and how the election might impact our ability to respond.
Our world is one. If you didn’t know it before, you should know it now.
I knew when I decided to leave the country for three months that I would miss something-and I did. Just after I left for Portugal, a friend – and a very good friend to Millersville University and the Millersville community passed away.
I am a student again and my head hurts. Or better: Sou estudante autra vez e doi-me a cabeca. Every now and then I have an experience that reminds me of what it feels like to be a student learning something that is utterly new.
For years I’ve been telling my students to study abroad. Now I’m about to do it myself. The prospect is thrilling – and a little daunting. My horoscope in today’s Washington Post got it right: “It’s a blank canvas of pure potentiality, and there was never anything so beautiful.”