Oregon, Brazil, Whatever. I Miss It.

There are some places that steal our hearts. Locations, towns, winding highways that forever embed themselves into our memories. We frame pictures of them in our hallways, think of them during blah days, dream of them at night. Oregon is this place for me.

We went there last summer. One precious week of lush forests, hiking trails, sand in our shoes, Victorian towns by the Columbia, gelato in downtown Portland.



Whenever I listen to the Pink Martini song Brazil, I think of Oregon. You know how it is, when a certain song catches the memory of a place perfectly. When you find yourself humming it as you commute home through rush hour traffic, dreaming of going to straight to the airport and flying away. Away to Brazil, or Paris, or in my case...Oregon.





So instead of blabbing further, I'll let the lyrics do the talking. And if you haven't heard this song... spring for it on iTunes. It's well worth the 99 cents, and trust me, it will transport you to that your happy place. To your favorite memory. Before you know it, you'll be there again.

Brazil, when stars were entertaining June,

We stood beneath an amber moon

And softly murmured someday soon...

We kissed and clung together

Then - tomorrow was another day

The morning found us miles away

With still a million things to say.

And now when twilight dims the skies above

Recalling thrills of our love

There's one thing I'm certain of...

Return, I will, to old Brazil.