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a little homecoming I spent some wonderful times in Portugal during the 1990s. The 1990s weren't exactly heaven on earth, to say the least, but the time that I spent in Portugal was some of the time that I look back upon with the most fondness. I love the twisty, hilly, somewhat moldy feel of Lisbon. It's full of crags and slopes and peaks and colors that just make me feel happy. I wanted very much for Chris to go there, and he was anxious to go there himself. So we went. What a beautiful place. | ||
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