Counting Our Blessings – Portugal Day 7

This is the rhythm of life in the Algarve – rise, make breakfast, eat on the balcony, putter, prepare for beach, walk to beach, enjoy beach, walk home, make dinner, eat on balcony, read/watch movie, sleep – repeat for a relaxing holiday.

Does this sound boring?

Let me expand – The Portuguese sun rose over the blue green Altalntic indicating another delicious day in the south of Portugal. I tend to rise a little earlier than My Beloved so I happily start breakfast, invoke my moka making skills ingrained from Italy and read a little…On this day as we sit together we fellowship and remember not only that ‘this is the day that the Lord has made’…but in fact it is the Lord’s Day! We reflect about our church family, the visiting pastor and all of our praise to the Lord for this most restful time away. We shared prayer time and sat back and reflected in the goodness God has poured upon us.

We chatter more and move to complete some basic house chores (like dishes) and then readied ourselves for a cliff walk before the afternoon heat. Gamely, I agree as it seems harmless enough. The terrain on the cliffs high above the ocean is very rocky and this activity takes a great deal of effort, albeit, worthwhile because the views (the hidden coves) are a marvel to behold. Portugal requires some physical fitness in order to be explored and enjoyed in all of its beauty. The hill climbing alone is an effective stairmaster, then there is aquasize beach walking (hips and hams).

After conquering some cliffs, we take on the hill to our home away where we refreshed with fruit, water, rest and ready to descend again, but this time to the beach. It will mean a 100foot (straight down) climb but…oh so worth it.

The shadows grew longer, we kept moving to hang on to the garden sun, but gave up and retreated for dinner. We’ve been enjoying food at our ‘home away’, so no restaurant reviews needed, usually. Tonight’s menu included pork chops, potatoes (a Portuguese staple) and vegetables, followed by fresh fruit and cafe leite completing the evening under the starry sky with the cacophony of little portuguese children running around, who we have affectionately dubbed ‘the wolf pack’. In the ver so civilized vacation complex – there are 4 families surrounding us who are here together. Their circadian rhythm is different from ours and their children are permitted to roam as wild animals, with the exception that wild animals are quieter and usually keep to themselves. We have called it portuguese music and close our doors by 10 PM at the latest so that we can have some peace. Having said that, when a new day dawns and no one is stirring until the mid day, I do not hold back either! I’m sure these children (10 of them or so…) will look back on their beach vacation with great fondness as they roam freely from bed to beach all hours of the day and night.

When it’s all said and done ‘we will miss our wolf pack’.


About Diary of a Changed Woman

Living a blessed life in Canada with my husband on the beautiful shores of Lake Huron. I work as a Human Resources consultant to small business. I love my family - our grandchildren are the loves of my life. I'm a change agent personally and professionally. Change is what I'm about - no matter what!
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