. . . well, it's taken a while, but back on the road, with a companion borrowed from the Amazigh Hostel for the day - Britta, starting her shift at 6, wandering 6 hours via the coast, around 23 km, feeling less, due to good company and varied terrain . . . heath, woods, cliffs, dunes, sea, estuary and beautiful little town of Odeceixe . . . another spectacular picnic spot along the way . . .
At Rogil, the old blokes invite us to sit down (probably it was Britta they invited first, but I was made welcome on the bench by Americo, tried some Portuguese and motivated to learn more).
So much material to process from the past few days at the hostel, so many stories, good connections . . . information for projects waiting to be born . . . meanwhile I am writing this in a bar on the hill, past the windmill, with Portuguese language around me, wondering how I am ever going to understand it . . . but determined to try . . .