“You’re doing fine,” were the words of comfort which I heard approximately fifty times yesterday. I think my husband said it to reassure himself.
We had switched drivers, with me taking over the manual shift on the highway, never having the chance to switch back on the busy Lisboa highway! Darting in and out, interpreting Portuguese, turning corners where the building edge WAS the corner, using the mirrors on the intersections to see oppositional traffic, my navigator kept the encouragement going. We arrived safely.
Our hotel sat on the cliffs of the Atlantic coast, literally. I didn’t even venture on the narrow path in front of the facade in the fear I might be blown off! It was a lot of danger for one day.
So today, we relaxed in Fatima with Our Lady’s grace. We needed a peaceful day.