Winter in Portugal

I sat down by the river in a new place, Mertola.  Nothing was familiar (but the fullness of water) until I saw a bird land.  Don't know the bird, but did recognize the landing.  So knowing begins.

Tomorrow I move here, Convento de Sao Francisco, at the confluence of two rivers.

Across this Roman bridge from Mertola.

And its castle.

I want to get to work, get knowing, get warm.