Portugal Holiday

Yes­ter­day I retur­ned from a week long outing to Por­tu­gal. I had the plea­sure of sta­ying in a luxu­rious five star, two floo­red villa in Quinta da Lago in the Algarve. The majo­rity of Europe was and still is suf­fe­ring from pro­ble­ma­tic thun­ders­torms and torren­tial rains, yet Por­tu­gal and Spain have esca­ped. So much so that the weather was per­fect; clear skies and tem­pe­ra­tu­res in the thir­ties cons­tantly, a slight breeze enough to keep it plea­sant and not too humid. 

I’m not par­ti­cu­larly in the mood for pro­vi­ding a full diary like entry for every sin­gle event that hap­pe­ned over the course of the seven days. It would exhaust me and undoub­tedly be boring for all invol­ved. No one wants to look at anyone’s holi­day pic­tu­res do they? Thus I shall sum­ma­rize into a few sentences.

I rela­xed by the pool, I rela­xed on the beach and I slept with my tem­pe­ra­ture con­tro­lled air con­di­tio­ning on. I suc­cess­fully mas­te­red table ten­nis and pool, polished up by front crawl and breast stroke tech­ni­ques and became a lus­cious gol­den brown in the pro­cess. I saw wood­pec­kers, spa­rrows, lizards and toads, fishes and crabs and mos­qui­toes too. I dined at Bobby’s and ate fried egg on bacon and on steak, lis­te­ned to chi­lled music and applied copious after sun as the sky tur­ned red. I tra­ve­led to and fro and now it is time to pre­pare another five star outing, come spring.

“Whe­ne­ver top chick is around, she brigh­tens up the place, with her cheery, sunny, happy, funny, big old smi­ley face.” – The Dementor