Lazarow World-Hike-About

  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 p...

On the way toward the water. An attactive glimpse of the lake, somewhat different view from a previous visit-Aguia Do Sarilhao. The 'look' from the time before. How nature varies its expressions. "Will U2 cut that out. We run a decent park out in the wilds, if you will." Calm, serene and delightful. Always keep the head up. Jen spots the waterfall in the distance between the long grass blades. Now one can understand the reason she wears colorful caps. "I feel kinda distinctive," a tree was reputed to whisper one foggy evening. A little mossy in there. No issue for Jenni. Find the gap, reap the reward. 'Every mountain climb begins with a small step'...best way I could express it, my Jen. A fascinating set of experiences we’ve enjoyed over the years is that of coincidences. It happens so often and is further enhanced when it occurs in strange lands. Actually, none of the land is strange; more likely it’s us. N...