Lying on a sunbed by the pool at the Casa Pogoda villa, I looked up to see thin clouds scudding beneath higher swirls. And up there swallows performed their aerial acrobatics, close to the century old Farol de Alfanzina which each night radiated, surveying the boundless ocean beyond us before circling the land.
It was a wonderful week. One of the best holidays ever and we have just got back. Nothing went wrong and everybody got along just fine and dandy. Two babies in the pool and Little Phoebe too - singing her nonsensical ditties as happy as could be.
Each evening Ian was king of the kitchen as Stewart prodded the outdoor barbecue and there was fine Portuguese wine and "Super Bock" beer. One night, we even dined on the villa's rooftop as the sun sank where it always does - out in the west.
Of course I have more to say about it all but I am tired now and I haven't edited my photographs. See you tomorrow.
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