Much of Portugal is rural. All of Chinle is. Both have free range live stock.
Both have amazing sunsets:
Guess where the sun sets over the ocean?
Yep we even have shells in the desert. Possibly a billion years old. They are not in the water. Portugal? They can be in water or on white sand beaches.
Sheep? Pretty much the same. Loved and used for wool. An age old tradition in both places. In both places the tradition captures my imagination.
There are even ladders for the steep bits.
Into the Canyon.
Just as much sand in Portugal as there is in the desert.
It just doesn’t pile up on the window sills or creep under the door or block out the view of the house next door in a storm.
Cactus in Portugal?(above) I managed to tame this yellow cactus from up on the mesa and get it to bloom in my Chinle garden. They grow wild in Portugal too.
No hogans in Portugal but lots of tiled roofs…no sidewalks in Chinle. In Portugal they are all mosaic.
So what did I learn from this trip? I could be living in Europe right here in Chinle?
Not quite!
But with a cup of coffee at Changing Woman Cafe http://changingwomancafe.com/ down the road(Not exactly your European cafe)
and a can of sardines from the local Bashas grocery…maybe I can pretend.
Chinle will never have the ocean although maybe a few billion years ago it did. And I will always be a beach and sea kind of gal. I love the energy of the ocean. Give it to me rough or calm.
But I have found some peace here and lots of friendships. The mesa has become my beach, the big sky my ocean. Portugal is for journeying and learning a little more about the world and about me and about the connections that I so revel in.