What a weekend
Its early April in central Portugal and this weekend has been a blast we thoroughly enjoyed it.
It could have been the fantastic weather, blue skies and small white clouds. The temperature has been around 20 degrees during the day so I “got the knees out” and went for a walk with the dog wearing shorts (me not the dog).
The weather was forecast to be nice for a couple of days so we decided to go to the beach. We normally go to the beaches south of Figueira da Foz, central Portugal but this weekend we got up early and went to one of our favorite beaches near Quiaios (sat nav co ordinates 40.209825 N -8.895871 W)
The reason for getting up early on a Saturday morning was that we like to walk the dog along a deserted beach. You know, when yours are the first footprints in the sand.
The weather was fabulous and the sea freezing when we paddled along the edge. We had walked a mile or so when I suggested that we walk towards land and sit on some rocks to enjoy the warmth of the sun and look out to sea for a while.
My wife had her sunglasses on so could see more clearly than I and as we came to the first rocks big enough to sit on my wife noticed a small cave in the cliff higher up the beach. Actually she noticed a bare white bottom in the cave.
The owner of aforementioned bottom and her boyfriend very quickly got dressed and we of course moved on to other rocks with a less interesting view.
Our curiosity was pricked and the odd glance back saw the middle aged couple emerge from the cave and walk along the beach with the maximum possible amount of distance between them both.
We had obviously interrupted a tryst of the romantic kind. In a cave at 9 am on a Saturday morning ! Spring is very obviously in the air.
Later on in the morning we stopped in at the fresh produce market in Figueira da Foz to buy some fresh fish for lunch. This was Easter weekend so the fishermen had not landed a catch. The small amount of fish that was there looked a little tired and there was no ice on the stall tables so we didn’t buy any.
If you are ever reincarnated try not to come back as the manager of a fish market when you have not got any ice. Having worked in construction here I thought I knew all the Portuguese swear words but these ladies taught me a few more whenever the market manager walked past a stall. I just need someone to tell me what they mean now.
Following a walk around the antique/tat sale outside the market we set off home.
Once home as we had no fish we lit the wood fired oven and made a couple of pizzas which we delicious. These were washed down with a bottle of our own white wine.
Life is good and we are living the dream.
What a weekend.