Well I woke up Sunday morning, with no way to hold my head that didn’t hurt …then I fumbled through my (backpack) for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt
Its barely daybreak, its pouring rain, and I’ve just walked three miles through the cobblestone streets of Horta with my collar turned up and my hat pulled down low. I’ve got a hangover, and I’m soaking wet as I sit here in this empty ferry terminal, waiting for the ferry boat that will take me on an all-day passage across rough waters. In a couple of hours, my hangover will surely be joined by seasickness. And I miss my wife. Man, I got the Blues for the 1st time along this road.
But I signed up for this field trip, so enough with self-indulgence. Besides, this evening I’ll be in Ponta Delgada, with a brand new start on the island of Sao Miguel. So, right now I’m gonna get me another double shot of expresso and try to shake these ol’ Walking Horta Homesick Blues.
Hope the bars don’t close down on Sundays around this place.