The railway along the Algarve, from Lagos to Vila Real, was built before much of the development on the coast and inland ... roads are fairly flexible ... added to the network as necessary ... the train folks found a cheaper way to connect ... rename the station and hope no-one notices the alarming distance between Albufeira proper ( or, to be more precise, improper) and the station with its name ... Fuseta is named on two stations ... Fuseta A and Fuseta-Moncarapacho ... both are close to the pretty fishing village, but Moncarapacho is 5 km away ... nice work for taxi drivers ...
To be clear for readers who know the traditional winter retreat style, aligned with Nature, nestling in Noble Silence, recharging ready for Spring ... this retreat is more about studying and resting in the tranquil setting of the Casa ... joining in the activities ... this evening some chanting ...
That said, legs like a stretch, and since this is self-catering, a wander to the shops is necessary ... Look suggests an off-road route for the 5 km, North-West to Moncarapacho, which is delightful and fascinating to see the mixture of select villas and alternative settlements with their yurts and caravans ... Casa Nirvana is intriguing, possibly tempting fate ... others have the doggy deterrents, thankfully fenced off ... which may be a cause of their aggression since the freely wandering ones are mostly friendly ... the rucksack takes on ballast at the shop and, loath to return the same way, South is selected and Fuseta for lunch ... octopus and red wine to wipe out tentative resolutions in one good meal ... another shop, more ballast and some difficulty locating the house, since there is no place name to offer eager passers-by, wanting to help ... re-setting to Luz and recalling landmarks passed in the car yesterday solves the problem before dark, overhanging orange trees offering refreshment and legs and feet appreciating an unusually long stroll ... for a day off ...
Lots of fresh ideas bubbling up and a separate post gestating ... the creative process pulling from the realms of possibility, shifting to forms fit for the coming world, with its new tools for collaboration ... the dying, decadent, rotting forms of greed, the compost for the better world we make together ... but that's for tomorrow ... tonight is for chanting!
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