I'm back to the big city, but my heart always stays behind. It stays with the earth and ocean, with the greens and blues, the smells and the pure fresh air.
Part of me is destroyed. I've been doing this for 10 years, going home and leaving, and it gets harder every time.
Thank you God, for allowing me to go back home like I did this year. I can live this way, but the only time I'm completely fulfilled and recharged is when I I walk on those azorean paths, and when I can breathe that fresh air.
I'll be back always.
Self-portrait at Furnas, S. Miguel, Azores.