I had always believed that we leave a bit of ourselves wherever we go. And also that we took a bit of for our own, a tiny bit of every place we ever went to. And as we walked these streets for the first time as a couple deeply in love, it was as if the act of touching these places, and asking these questions had added another column to our being. And the only possible explanation I could find for that feeling was that a spirit existed in many of the places we visited, and a spirit existed in both of us, and all of them had somehow met in the course of our travels. It's as if the godliness of the land and the godliness of our being had fused.
