“Come on, you sad thing,” Frankie murmurs, petting my head and making me look up at him as I laugh. “Let’s go have a drink by the river.”
“I’m not sad!” I protest, laughing still. “Just – overwhelmed and…tired and…it’s so beautiful here and…”
“And maybe a little sad?”
I shake my head no, still smiling, but the way he looks at me lets me know that he sees right through me. But he doesn’t address it - just nods to me, and takes my hand, and slowly we make our way down through the Porto streets and a few sets of very adorable stairs down to the river’s edge.
The entire time that we walk my head just swivels around as I look at everything, drinking in the sights and the sounds of this beautiful city that is so foreign to me. Luckily, Frankie takes charge and makes sure I don’t fall or bum
