64:19 Portugal: The Algarve, a brief introduction.

  We departed from Geres, which is up north, some twelve kilometers from the Spanish border. I suppose it had to occur sometime as we had already stayed 3 weeks extra. One of us was most reluctant to leave but when we got the feeling that we had overstayed our welcome, not wishing to upset the locals further as they were already downcast (it had not rained in 2 days), we headed south, covering the country longitude-wise. 

  Following the US elections, we noticed many of the country's 'fearless leaders', 'media geniuses' and other 'self-righteous persons' breaking down in tears. 'If' these people were able to ignore Rudyard Kipling's wisdom to strive for fortitude and honor, I mentioned to Jen, then surely I could shed a tear or two on our departure from Geres. After all, I've become a sensitive male. (Thank G-d my beloved father is not around to witness my 'display'...I miss him each day.) 

  We'll intersperse a few of the photographs from the Algarve with those from...you know where? 

 A bird in the hand is worth more than a multitude in the Atlantic.

Separated by a great wall.

The Portuguese are most friendly. 

One of the towns close to the coast.
Birds in paradise.
Next step is exile to a remote island.

Cheers, 

Jenni and Jeffrey