Training ...

Since tomorrow is train day and Sunday mooching in Coimbra with Diogo, today is for a little light training for legs and feet ... a steady off road wander to Fuseta ... mind entertaining the twin ideas of taking the coming Camino more slowly and maybe taking advantage of the extra light to try a 60 km stage ... mind and body now well used to the odd 50 ...

At Fuseta there are a couple of hours before the train and the vegetarian restaurant suggested by the French chaps, albeit after serving our omelette and chips last week, is discovered and relatively quiet ... the main event on Good Friday in a fishing village obviously marine life, now dead, barbecued ... the food is good, and happy to have not only found such a place, but also to have supported practically ... plenty of North Europeans around to sustain the radical break with local tradition ... hopefully ... though lots of livelihoods dependent on fishing, of course ...

It is said that in each existence we all have seven (some say four) dopplegangers and Antonio in Fuseta seems like a dead ringer for a friend from Weardale ... in looks and personality as well as both being in the hospitality industry ...  Weardale friends welcome to guess ...

Along the way, smells of Spring along with flowers sprouting suggest the corner has been turned, snow in Weardale and a few showers around Coimbra Monday notwithstanding ...

The unusual photo of a car parked on an already unlikely football pitch invites witty captions from footie fans ... whilst back in Tavira another form of culture with Harald and friends' exhibition ... pictured here with Synova, on her way home to Norway in the morning ...