Anjali Photos From Portugal -- 1

​Friday evening I was hugging them goodbye at JFK Airport.

Eighteen hours later, I texted with my grand-daughter.

“Yo Kid,” I typed. “How’s Lisbon? Send me a photo every so often.”

“Okay, I will,” she said.

But you never know.

“Hills. Old buildings. Flowers. Photos!” I urged.

“Not any that are impressive,” she said.

“You’ll find stuff,” I said. I know her.

Pause.
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“Hold on,” she typed. Then this popped in:

Photo by Anjali

“Real peacock?” I asked.

“Yah.”

“What I’m talking about,” I typed.
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She’s on notice.