Prisioner of sleep

Yesterday's night was spoilt by a few unpleasant misunderstandings with the owner of the rural tourism place we were staying at, who should get a "how to treat your customers with courtesy and decorum" course.

We left this morning for Lisbon as soon as possible, without even getting breakfast.

Fortunately, the rest of the day was saved by a long, lazy walk, during which we met the pictured sleeping cat. Carrying Marta on a sling (the greatest invention *ever* for baby transportation), as usual, we went for snails and some fresh air by the river.