10) Walking Horta Homesick Blues

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.

2 thoughts on “10) Walking Horta Homesick Blues”

  1. It wouldn’t be “hard travelin” without the drifter’s blues or a nasty hangover!

    May the road rise to meet you.
    May the wind be always at your back.
    May the sun warm your face in the morning.
    And every day end with a toast!

    Glad you made it across the pond, Mac. Tonight I will raise my glass to you!

    BP

  2. Well, of course you miss me. I miss you too, but it’s a little hard feeling sad for you. What an adventure!
    See you in Saint Petersburg.

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