I can't wait to tell you about Portugal's wonder, her winding trails, and her charming ways. On our first week, we tucked ourselves away, deep, in a quaint stone village within Guarda's undulating hills. With views extending as far as the eye could see.
Badamalos, has that quality, of slowing you right down, encasing you within it's warmed summer stone walls. We spent precious family moments, laughing, playing, jumping in the Coa river. We ate and sang by the candle light until the skies were dotted with stars. We woke up early and slept late, trailed up to hidden, peaceful, spots. Sat on boulders, at hill tops, and raised our arms to empty skies.
We rose early with a cooler sun, and helped pick potatoes for winter days. We thanked Madalena (the Donkey) for her strength and efforts.
We woke up to baskets of freshly picked beans and crisp lettuce at our door step. We foraged for purslane and pennyroyal by the river and turned into the smoothest soup. Gathered Meridian Thistle for when I'm brave enough to try to make amanteigado cheese without my guide.
We ate simple food that was incredibly delicious, and indulged on grilled sardines served on bread as we do.
These are a few of my fondest memories.