Transitions: London to Lisboa
July 22nd 2007 I wake up half-dazed on a shuttle plane with golden light creeping through the window by my seat. Daytime again! The cold and rainy labyrinthine paths through sausage-stand infested streets in Picadilly Circus are behind me. I still see them in my head and feel the cold in my bones while I gaze down at light glittering from the crystal waters around Lisbon's harbor. Such a contrast with lively, co
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