Camara de Lobos

After yesterday’s road trip debacle, we decide to stay in Funchal, undertaking a short evening trip to Camara de Lobos instead. We’ve visited this picturesque little fishing village before, both on previous trips and earlier in the week this year, but this is our first evening sojourn here. 

We dine on an open terrace overlooking the port, watching as the golden glow of late sunlight on the opposite cliffs slowly dims, replaced by the twinkling lights of houses clinging to the steep hillsides. It’s hard to believe that I feel well enough to stray this far from the hotel to eat when just weeks ago even sitting at the table at home was a challenge. I feel so blessed. 

There’s a fresh breeze from the sea tonight, the brightly coloured fishing boats bobbing on the rippled water, sheltered from the rougher seas beyond the harbour as we watch passing yachts heading for the shelter of Funchal. 

Meal over - fish for G, risotto for me - we return down the steep hill to the village and walk through the brightly decorated Main Street, recycled materials creatively used to provide cascades of colour - seemingly a new tradition here. 

Many thanks for your continued visits, comments, stars and hearts - so much appreciated when my visits to your journals have become so irregular. Holiday mode has well and truly taken over!