Yet Another

… good day.

Spent the morning kayaking, exploring new bits of the Lake; here we'd climbed to the top of Ilha Dourada (where Tiago's boat stops for those of you who've been) to see Mourão on the other side; this is Monsaraz. The water was quite choppy (Mike reckoned about a Force 6), I got soaked, which kept me cool anyway.

And then, tonight, first meal at Sem Fim in months, with our Swedish friends, Göran and Margreth, who were emerging from 19 months of self isolation, two weeks after their second vaccination; Göran gave quite an emotional speech and treated us all (them and us, A Turkish/French couple, a Dutch lady and our only English friend here) to bubbly.

Gratefuls:
- being able to be out on the water
- socialising with G and M again after so long (we've seen them on their doorstep a few times)
- reassurance from my Bible reading this morning that God is in control, whatever it feels like