I had coffee with a friend this morning.
She asked me, "Why Portugal"....it was fun telling her our story. She also got told the very funny story of me snorting like a pig at the butcher. Yep....true story.
I don't get asked to coffee very often....in fact I can count on one hand how many times someone outside the church has asked me to do anything. Seven years later, I'm still strange to the folks around us. I mean I wear tennis shoes when I'm not supposed to, I walk around with my travel coffee mug and I hang my clothes out to dry in an unorganized fashion. In this small village, things like this matter. To me... they don't matter at all.
The fact that a new friend asked me to coffee today was a victory.
Yay for having friends.