An Easy Day in Our Paradise

Today was pretty laid back and ordinary, just perfectly paced.   I left early morning to drop a couple of friends at the Faro airport then home long enough to enjoy a coffee and walk into the village for my Portuguese lesson.

I’m quite enjoying this little venture as it gives me a bit of structure, truly helps in making me feel as if I am “living here” and also how it stretches my brain and my comfort level.  I’m hearing more, reading more and certainly understanding more.  Speaking, that’s a way down the road but I don’t really care, it’s the adventure of the process I’m enjoying.

We had plans to head to the Faro Beach with our friends Harald and Bela but sadly Harald has come down with a bug and is confined to bed!  Not at all pleasant at the best of times but certainly if less so in this gorgeous weather.  Nevertheless, Diane, Marc and I headed off to enjoy lunch, a walk and simply being on this spectacular day.

He’s dressing more like the Portuguese every day. Next to me in my shorts and tee he looks dressed for winter. But look at that happy summer smile!!

Diane got to bury her toes in the sand. A week ago it was a whole different story!

I love that different people come to the beach for all sorts of distractions and interests.

Lots of dancing going on on the beach today. This Dad and daughter were venturing into the waves and having a grand time.

This very small and low to the ground succulent is abundant right now. All through the dunes are splashes of yellow.

At the end of the beach is the fishermen village. Still active and busy. With it being low tide the boats were resting more in the shoreline than bobbing on the waves.

I loved the light and shadows on this lovely inviting patio.

We sat on the patio at Wax and watched the birds, people, the waves and enjoyed our relaxing lunch then headed home with a quick stop to photograph this colourful place.

It was still rather warm and, we felt, a shame to be inside and decided instead to relax by the pool and enjoy a tea.

The fire is crackling.  Anita Baker is singing to us.  Fabulous scents are wafting from the kitchen and I do believe there is the sound of a cork popping in my future.    I leave you with this wonderful wall statue of Saint Anthony from Faro Beach.