We had a very pleasant evening meal sat outside in the little wrought iron enclosed terrace, there were plenty of places to eat in this villa. This little terrace was the perfect place to eat breakfast on a morning as this was where the sun came up overlooking the tennis court. I hate getting up too late on holiday, a little lie in is good but wasting mornings in bed on holiday is criminal, such a waste of a day.
The beach is where we were headed on the second day. Portugal has an abundance of such diverse beaches. The morning routine is to P20 the girls (a once a day sun screen application) have breakfast, pack the beach bag with everything that could possibly be required and head off, me with the map in hand. As I've mentioned more than once I am an avid people watcher, the beach is a great place to do this, it never ceases to amaze me how people are a little like dogs looking for somewhere to settle, wandering around and pointing before they finally place their belongings and sorting themselves out, we all do it. I also love this opportunity to observe the girls. T is so like me when I was younger, very gung ho throwing herself with abandon in the sea, she is fearless. A adopts a much more cautious approach weighing everything up, the sea is not for her, she is happy to collect pretty sea shells, all things at a much more gentle pace. Missing my mobile phone to capture these moments. Strolling for somewhere for a light snack I couldn't take my eyes off the woman who stood the whole time regaling all at her table of her birth, nearly baulking on my tuna sandwich when she got to talking about amniotic fluid, hubby and I felt like we had been through the whole labour with her!
The rest of the week was spent pottering by the pool and trips to the beach with lazy late lunches. My major bone of contention is the mosquito's, I declare war, it is personal, especially when the kids get bitten. I run around like Arnie Schwarzenegger with an Uzi, coming around the doors like in an episode of CSI, you will die you little bastards. The lizards on the other hand we all love to watch. There always seems to be an obligatory cat or two that come in the villa rental price, hubby hates cats, one tried to suffocate him as a baby or so he says. Me and the girls secretly feeding them, hubby imagining it will end up like a cat version of Alfred Hitchcock's "The Birds". Talking of birds I wasn't quite sure which type they were but boy were they brazen, they attacked the cat when I put food out for it and practically sat at the table with us when we ate outside, they were the equivalent of local teenage youths.
Last few days in another post.