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I often talk about going to Portugal and staying for an indefinite period of time. Olivia has said it would be wonderful if she and Mick were with me. After our short stay at the Island, it wouldn't work.

They have needs, beginning with eating. They also demand incessant entertainment. No poetry would flow from my pen if I had to deal with their demands every day.

I want to be in small apartment or a hotel room with a balcony that overlooks Lisbon or Coimbra or Porto or wherever I decided to stay. I want peace and quiet so I can think, write, read, study and strum my guitar. I could not pursue these amusements if I had to attend to Olivia and Mick.

Mick would be impossible. He would be bored out of his mind. Sitting in a cafe and sipping coffee would not qualify as fun. I might register him in a gym, but exercising would hardly fill his day. As I said at the beginning of this paragraph, he would be impossible. It would be one complaint after another until the hellhole Brownsville would seem like heaven to him.

Olivia would be tolerable, but she would wear on my nerves dealing with her next meal. She is the type of person who wants to do and see things at a much quicker pace than I care to move. The two nights at the Island convinced me that I would be miserable.

I sound like someone who hasn't won the lottery but is fighting with different family members over every one's portion. With Coronavirus casting its dark shadow over us, I may not escape its presence or its ramifications in my daily life.

For one, Portugal won't allow any Americans into the country. There are other destination, but I'm not interested in going to Africa or Asia. I have limited my imagination to Europe and South America and to the best of my knowledge we aren't welcomed in any of these countries.

It may be my destination to remain incarcerated with Olivia and Mick in our house for years. It is a comfortable existence. We retire to different rooms and I pursue my interests. But if my destination were to lead me to extended stays elsewhere, I would have to go alone if I wanted to delight myself. Otherwise, I would be disconsolate. 

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