L'aura del Campo

In Portugal.

I've been writing... a lot... after the doldrums of August... but I haven't edited and posted.

A thought from Castelo Branco... time to eat a hamburger with everything on it. We sit waiting for the bus. It's the driver's lunch break. 2 p.m. Not enough time to wander. Not enough time for anything. Too much vacant time to think. Sitting in the bus/train terminal I watch the children fight the vending machine. They lose... no... they win! I spend 1,20 for a bottle of orange something. It's a hot dry day. One of many this year. Autumn will come when it gets here. It's late.

I'm in Évora... of "Os vampiros não vivem em Évora". Those vampire stories need to be finished this November.

As I posted at facebook:

"A comment to a young friend who is the template for my stories "Os vampiros não vivem em Évora": "In Portugal... wish you were here. "Found" another "vampire-to-be" in Covilhã. She's 18, has fangs and loves to read vampire stories.... little does Mariana know she is one. 😉 Her mother, Isabel, is a hoot-and-a-half. They are so likable... already started on a story. Today in Évora..." I hope to focus on editing and completing these stories when I get back to Montana in two weeks."

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