I feel like we are on vacation from our vacation.
I have been out walking the beach for hours.
Now, at 8:15AM, I am sitting by the window watching the waves roll in from an almost mirror-perfect Atlantic.
No one is awake in the guesthouse except me, and the hostess, who I sweet talked into giving me a cup of coffee.
It was perfectly still all night, except for the gentle sound of the small waves lapping in.
I went out this morning about five, looking for coffee. Nothing open until about 6:30 when the door cracked on the littlest restaurant here, Solmar, where I had the great bacon cheeseburger yesterday, with the red plastic chairs and bright red umbrellas.
So, I walked barefoot all the way up and down the beach, watched the fishermen push their boats off the beach and row away, and took photos of the sunrise.
The cold water on my feet woke me up, got me ready for that hot cup of coffee.
I walked the one street up to the top of town and back down, and discovered that there are nine, not ten restaurants, two bars, no church but a small shrine to Mary with solar lights for the night.
I think my big plan for tomorrow morning might be to walk among the rocks at the other end of the beach, and drink more coffee.
The beach faces south, so the sun rises at one end of the beach, and arcs its way across, setting at the other end. That is like a perfect beach to spend a day on.
I guess that is what we will eventually do today, go beach.
Eat sometime.
Drink more good Portuguese wine.
9:00 and still nothing going on.
9:30 and I wake Gail for breakfast.
It's a pretty good one, coffee, juice, rolls, not too much.
I could get used to this.