So at the end of
our trip, the images in my mind are…….
Dry landscapes,
ochre earth dotted with greenery.
Terraces of dry stone walls dividing thirsty fields of scattered
vegetation. Blue skies etched with
sun or moon.
Sumptuous villas
with gardeners and infinity pools, tumble down buildings sprouting flowers and
trees. Donkeys and SUV’s on
cobblestoned streets. Castles and churches;
statues and street art.
Splendour and decay.
Baked beans, all
day breakfast, seabass and cataplana.
All manner of fish,
eels and shellfish, chamomile tea leaves and oranges galore. Empty beaches preparing for
summer. Speedboats streaking
across aqua seas.
The smell of grilling fish, lemons and cigarette smoke.
The smell of grilling fish, lemons and cigarette smoke.
Friendly toothless
smiles of people who try to understand us. The shock of good cheap food and wine!
Breakfasts of
fresh bread, figs, fruits and strong coffee. Cool gardens with fountains and doves cooing.
Chimneys, windmills and towers onthe skyline.
Storks high
atop messy nests feeding hungry open beaks.
Endless Ryan Air Jets
disgorging pale faced bodies.
Airports full of red burnt anxious faces waiting to weigh in.
As you can see... Portugal certainly had an impact on us!
Not
to miss
Tavira…
Loule market
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