Adjusting in Aljezur

Back to this gentle, beautiful country; and Mike has indulged my need to decompress and process all the emotions of the last fortnight before plunging in to whatever awaits us in Mourão re the Land - we are spending the night here in Aljezur, still in the Algarve, but inland from the west coast, before driving home. 

We were both so tired when we got to the hostel here, think the (beautiful) girl on reception saw it - she gave us the key and said we could check in later - lay on the bed and passed out for an hour or more. Feeling much better after a long walk along the river and up to the castle, and plenty of talking and thinking and getting used to being just us two again, the ache of saudade tucked away inside somewhere...