Jen said to me, "You develop fondness for most places we visit."
I cannot sneak much past her, it seems. I suppose that's true, the fondness of towns visited. However, after preparing a reasoned and deeply thought through reply to counter her criticism, I made the point that "I really, really love this place." Need I add more?
We'll get wet today but maybe it will be cleansing...convince yourselves anything should you wish.
The time was early, the light was good, the camera was working and we were fortunate. During this trip, some of the trees appear surreal, at times. Can't get enough. Fortunately, our tally thus far is in the hundreds of millions.
Aguila do Sarilhao reflections.
Along the Rio do Fafiao, we were tested on the mountain but rewarded with beauty. The apparent gentleness surrounding us in glorious colors and calm, but for the steady flow of the water with its consistent sound, was outstanding.
We circled the town one wet morning and could not resist the temptation...perhaps not that wise.
When I was a kid, should I have expressed such fondness for flowers, people would have been concerned. Now I'm an old man, who cares?
Jen goes rock climbing, some pretty serious stuff, we thought.
A view from one mountain to another at Trilho da Cidada da Calcedonia.
Roses are red...so we are told.
Reflection of a bridge across Lake Canicada.
Ho-Hum. Yet another beautiful flower.
Jen keeps trim; one of the reasons is so she can negotiate the gaps while not staining her clothes.
Another stunning sight from height. A little tough on the edges and downward movements, but the rewards were fantastic.
Hedging on red.
Talking of interesting views.
At the commencement of a tough hike on Trilho da Cidada da Calcedonia, something to soften the blow.
The time was early, the light was good, the camera was working and we were fortunate. During this trip, some of the trees appear surreal, at times. Can't get enough. Fortunately, our tally thus far is in the hundreds of millions.
Aguila do Sarilhao reflections.
Along the Rio do Fafiao, we were tested on the mountain but rewarded with beauty. The apparent gentleness surrounding us in glorious colors and calm, but for the steady flow of the water with its consistent sound, was outstanding.
We circled the town one wet morning and could not resist the temptation...perhaps not that wise.
When I was a kid, should I have expressed such fondness for flowers, people would have been concerned. Now I'm an old man, who cares?
Jen goes rock climbing, some pretty serious stuff, we thought.
A view from one mountain to another at Trilho da Cidada da Calcedonia.
Roses are red...so we are told.
Reflection of a bridge across Lake Canicada.
Ho-Hum. Yet another beautiful flower.
Jen keeps trim; one of the reasons is so she can negotiate the gaps while not staining her clothes.
Another stunning sight from height. A little tough on the edges and downward movements, but the rewards were fantastic.
Hedging on red.
Talking of interesting views.
At the commencement of a tough hike on Trilho da Cidada da Calcedonia, something to soften the blow.
Jenni and Jeffrey
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After sharing all your magnificent travels my first stop would be Portugal followed by many more stops, wonderful to dream 😴Love Sandy
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