a very normal week in aveiro, just getting back into the swing of things. i’ve been trying to walk at least 5k steps everyday, to try to keep the cholesterol in check, and so far, it seems to be working — my latest results are the best ever! ✌️ it’s also a nice way to discover the city, bit by bit.

i visited the library to swap a few books, and stumbled on ana ventura’s “mudar”, which was just delightful. such subtle story telling, without any words! every time i looked, i noticed some new details.

this was a good week for reading, overall. i also finished john green’s latest book, hollywood ending and roz chast’s can’t we talk about something more pleasant?, which felt like a deja vu because it mirrored so well our experience with the seniors. this passage in particular hit very close to home, because we lived it earlier this year: us staying on the couch, a mother in the hospital and one very confused father who couldn’t remember things very clearly…

speaking of which, we checked on all them on the weekend, and brought home a bunch of persimmon from the farm. aaaaaaah… autumn, my beloved!