I’m back in the business of lifting spirits this morning. My own as well as yours, I hope. It’s what Christine would have wanted, isn’t it? She loved beaches, too.
Do you remember that I took a walk at Barragem de Bravura, forgetting to take water with me? Stupid, I know! Back in the car, the plan was to head for the village of Figueira, just 15 minutes away. The attraction was a short walk to an unfamiliar beach. I can never resist checking out a ‘new’ one.
The village was very small. Not wanting to walk too far, when my husband spotted the ‘praia’ sign he turned into the narrow lane that led to the beach. I couldn’t fault the logic. If only there might be the tiniest of beach bars! But I had that sinking feeling as we left the car, far from the village, to follow a winding trail.
But you know very well that there wasn’t a beach bar, don’t you? It just wasn’t that kind of beach. It was undeniably beautiful though, and I had remembered towels! Michael slumped down against the rocks and closed his eyes. Are you feeling sorry for him, yet?
I raced off to paddle. Blissful, cool water between my toes!
Yes, I did eventually run out of steam, and slump down beside Michael. But not for too long. The need for water was becoming more urgent. Reluctantly we turned our back on the beach.
You’ll be happy to know that at our next stop, we did find liquid refreshment. But that’s a story for next Monday’s walk.
It’s July 4th and American Independence Day today, so some of you might be going to the beach. Have a great time, won’t you, but please don’t forget the water!