During the pleasurable and relaxed walk, you will be encouraged to enjoy the fragrances exuded by the flora, the wonderful sights on display, while absorbing the atmosphere offered, a truly wonderful place to immerse oneself, as well as a achieving a sense of accomplishment upon completion.
Glasses on. Spot the white cap. Under that lot walks a cute woman getting a close up of the flora and coloring.
"Yes, we're talking about you. You wanna know what was said? You're going to have to nag...a bit." Typical Jen, color coordination first class, yet again.
To reach this section of colorful flowers, Jen took some extraordinary roots and routes, too. Just to illustrate the point, try a couple of these.
"Yes, we're talking about you. You wanna know what was said? You're going to have to nag...a bit." Typical Jen, color coordination first class, yet again.
To reach this section of colorful flowers, Jen took some extraordinary roots and routes, too. Just to illustrate the point, try a couple of these.
This one made her feel a little haunted...I had to calm her, give her a drink and 'throw in' a shopping gift incentive as well (Always worth it).
In this situation, she kept to the straight-and-narrow, maintaining herself within the tight boundary.
'By this time, she's had all the fun-and-games she required. I thought I heard her singing "Take me home, country road," but then she cannot sing like me...fortunately.' Trees in Portugal don't always adhere to standing rules and customs.
"Did I hear someone call my name?" The gray bag speaks...that's bag as in backpack not...
"Hello,". Please don't concern yourselves. All in a day's hiking. Here I sit after a steep climb with our village and apartment to our left, some 2,500 feet below, and my husband alongside who will no doubt carry me back down. I am fortunate indeed, aren't I Jeffrey?"
'By this time, she's had all the fun-and-games she required. I thought I heard her singing "Take me home, country road," but then she cannot sing like me...fortunately.' Trees in Portugal don't always adhere to standing rules and customs.
"Did I hear someone call my name?" The gray bag speaks...that's bag as in backpack not...
"Hello,". Please don't concern yourselves. All in a day's hiking. Here I sit after a steep climb with our village and apartment to our left, some 2,500 feet below, and my husband alongside who will no doubt carry me back down. I am fortunate indeed, aren't I Jeffrey?"
With 500 feet or so still to ascend, we spot probably the 8th unique position of our trip thus far where we gain a view of Lake Canicada. Each situation has its own highlights. For us, and probably many others, the lake is a prime focal point seen from height, when at distance.
We reach the summit and lo-and-behold there's a house on offer. I tried to convince Jen that a coat of paint is all that it would require to turn it around...maybe a bulldozer, too, she retorted. (This was not one of my successful days.)
The view from the summit is gorgeous, our apartment to the right. The trail, however, is somewhat less gorgeous.
Jen asks, "If you use the telephoto lense, will the hike down be much shorter?" I consider the question and reply, Let's try, you might have something there." (I think I'm beginning to really worry about us.)
The higher view above and across the way from the apartment buildings.
Oh dear! I've lost Jenni in all that color.
A glimpse of Canicada with a beautiful plant nestled on the mountain.
Because it's a loop, we come out of the forest a mile from home, but I am still contracted to carry her ladyship. I suggest we pass by the 'dollhouse', the fascinating structure (our opinion), and I consider throwing her into the pool. I'm thinking there might be something to the concept of 'sweet revenge'.
We reach the summit and lo-and-behold there's a house on offer. I tried to convince Jen that a coat of paint is all that it would require to turn it around...maybe a bulldozer, too, she retorted. (This was not one of my successful days.)
The view from the summit is gorgeous, our apartment to the right. The trail, however, is somewhat less gorgeous.
Jen asks, "If you use the telephoto lense, will the hike down be much shorter?" I consider the question and reply, Let's try, you might have something there." (I think I'm beginning to really worry about us.)
The higher view above and across the way from the apartment buildings.
Oh dear! I've lost Jenni in all that color.
A glimpse of Canicada with a beautiful plant nestled on the mountain.
Because it's a loop, we come out of the forest a mile from home, but I am still contracted to carry her ladyship. I suggest we pass by the 'dollhouse', the fascinating structure (our opinion), and I consider throwing her into the pool. I'm thinking there might be something to the concept of 'sweet revenge'.
Soon after entering the forest, one of us is fascinated by the sight of the houses nestled below as seen through the trees.
Cheers,
Cheers,
Jenni and Jeffrey
"I promise I will not dump you into the pool...you know I was only kidding,"...ahem. I was forced to take an oath, a mile from home, as we sat at the third viewpoint, catching our breaths...actually, come to think of it, I don't know what Jen had to catch...'based upon her seating arrangement on the way down'.
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Such a steep climb but beautiful
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