Gunilla's Party

An annual event for the foreigners in the area. A lot less folk this year, for various reasons, but very pleasant time, chatting and eating Swedish type nibbles in their garden.

As it got darker, the full moon rose in the east, silvering the waters of the great Lake, and the lights came on, illuminating the walls of Monsaraz right in front of us (extra). 

Gratefuls:
- a taking it easy kind of day, with Mike coping with a lot of pain (cracked rib, maybe), but still good he's OK
- dismantling that old ladder, thank goodness
- Ermelinda fetching her nephew from the rehab place in the Algarve, to come home for the weekend, first time since the accident