Phew! A marathon of card making and writing and posting is almost over. I send less and less since leaving the UK. People here don't have this custom and as time passes I receive fewer from 'home'. I enjoy the process and it always feels like a special day as I remember friends and family while writing messages. But it is also a moment for thinking about those who have gone - some because they have actually left the planet or others, just slipped out of my orbit. I'm getting much better at letting go of those people who never reciprocate. I used to send cards to all my old friends, hoping to keep contact even when they were obviously trying to shake me off. But I am pleased to find I now am much more philosophical - and I can even send them love as I scratch out their names from the list! And I have finally stopped trying to write little personal notes inside them all - too much!
Today I sent around 30 cards - there was a time it could be as many as 150!
On the way back through town there was a loud bell tolling and I looked up to see this little chapel.
I'd never noticed it before all squashed in between the houses. Santa Esperança is a tiny chapel moved from the old medeival walls and re-erected here in the shopping centre