A rebel without a clue.

Dogs, bees, brooks and flora. Butterflies alight and bees swarm over nectar rich veins and dogs bay for the iron running deep into my being. Cockerel not on the table cries over sacrificed fowl. And I am onwards. *** Was that a Dutch fight? Two Dutch who didn't like each other, but I might've misunderstood. The femme told me not to eat his left overs (but I couldn't help it as I didn't want to waste any of the wonderful food) and he was digging at her once she left the other table. Antagonism, but probably bedfellows. I didn't mind him giving me his creme caramel, but touching my leg was a Dutch too far. Now I am horizontal, again, in the albergue in Ameixial: apparently there is a four day walking event in March so it has a purpose built Albergue, but the three mulheres I thought were taking me to the edge of town to strip me of what little mantle I have left! But it wasn't to be... C'est la vie? That was a long day. But by 2pm I was wolfing down another Ga...

A quarter to six awake. Not the warmest night's sleep, but I wasn't uncomfortable. Shame about the exit light always on: but it's a retirement home so it's compulsory and I used a snood scarf as a blindfold. No alcohol sloshing around my insides. Retired around 6pm and was out like a light until someone decided to buzz the outside gate. Then I struggled with the several layers of bedding to keep the cold out and my body warm as I crept towards wakefulness... As the sun went below the horizon the sky lit up with a good omen? Red sky at night... I think I'd prefer a difficult day with the sun for company... Rain is too much already! Opção for 2 * coffee and cheese and ham toastie... I simply had to have something warm on this chilly morning, and they won't do OVO... Why won't they do eggs? So a tortilla for lunch? And some fruit ... Not quite there so to the top of town for one more coffee, a bolo de Arroz   apples and bolinho de almond...