The motorhome rolled into Caldas da Rainha just before the rain came.
Two years and twenty-three borders later, only one word fits: gratitude.
Lisbon, Venice, Oslo — the road is a patient teacher.
— Leda ·
FLORA“Therefore let us also, seeing we are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us,”
— Hebrews 12:1
There are mornings when prayer asks for nothing. It simply sits, with coffee, and waits.
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TRAVELThree years, twenty-three countries, one motorhome — and the slow lesson that home is not a place but a posture.
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KITCHENA small recipe, a small psalm, and the geometry of an afternoon in motion.
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FAITHOn finding the same quiet chapel in twenty-three different cities.
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“Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.”
— Hebrews 11:1
“Home is wherever the road bends back toward each other.”
— Leda
Reflections from the road
Scripture · every morning
A small library
Home on wheels · 22 countries
Tastes from the journey
A Lisbon love affair
Roger, Leda & Jolie
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@lecoelhomorais
@leda_morais
Our shared home
My beloved