Water Under the Bridge

Exciting to go to Mourão's beach this afternoon; Mike and I had never seen it with water under the bridge. All the lads went in swimming, too cold, still, for us. Paul decided to climb the bridge, which he managed with a scrape or two. I liked the light underneath.

Lots of talking and eating and praying together, we even got some singing in the Adega, and now they've all gone up to their pigsty for the night...