“Last June, I disembarked from an early morning Portuguese airplane. Two hours and a trip through customs later, my feet hit the cobblestoned streets of Lisbon, Portugal. Temporal and spatial regularities ceased to exist; the city seemed timeless, the air felt, oddly, both British and Spanish at the same time.
I had arrived.”
See more of Joseph Nichols’ EKU Bluegrass Writers Studio blogpost here.