Goodbye Portugal.  So Long Atlantic.

We just finished a picnic lunch at Fortaleza de Sagres, a hulking fortress perched on the tip of the very lower left hand corner of Europe.  The fort was built by Prince Henry the Navigator in the 1400s at the start of the Age of Discoveries. Today, our last day in Portugal before we head east through Europe, we visited the fort to enjoy ham and cheese (or in some cases nutella and peanut butter) sandwiches and cast our trip’s last view of the Atlantic.  As we stared down sheer cliffs at the wind-churned waters, I compared my own wistfuleness about leaving this beautiful country to how Prince Henry and friends must have felt leaving this fort on their own voyages, with little or no idea what they might find and not even any Nutella or after lunch ice cream to give comfort…

(No photos of the sandwiches themselves, but here are some happy sandwich eaters.)

We made our sandwiches in the happy little house we have called home for the past 10 days, about 30 miles north of here in a tiny little village called Vale da Telha.

(The house and my spot for morning coffee.)

Vale de Telha is a tiny village, outside Aljezure, a pretty small village itself, in the relatively sleepy northern Algarve.  

We have loved our time here and will miss this place very much.

This may be because the Northern Algarve reminded us in some ways of home. The landscape in places brought back parts of Martha’s Vineyard.  

And Brendan kept saying that this stand of trees in the center rotary of the village reminded him of a spot at Bethany Beach, DE. (??)

Or maybe we’re having such a hard time saying goodbye because of how much we loved our house, which more than any other place on the Trip really came to feel like a home.  Much like life at home, and though the house is named “Casa Sunshine,” not every moment was bright and sunny.  Poor William and Brendan came down with terrible head colds in the final days.  And Phoebe continued to struggle to find calm and aptitude for reasonable reaction to life’s disappointments, like the fact that no one cannot have two ice cream cones after dinner.

But being in one place for more than a few days allowed us to nurse a cold in some peace and quiet and to do a better job of giving Phoebe the structure and consistency that help life’s disappointments not loom so large.  We spent time doing lots of normal, every day things, albeit Portuguese style: making eggs and linguica for breakfast, buying fruits and vegetables at the local mercado, painting pictures and rocks from the beach, and just lazing around in the pool out back.  

These things were all wonderful, and a good break from the relentlessly foreign advenure of Morocco.

In the end though, what I think what made this stay the most special is how many hours we spent, as a family, getting completely and thoroughly in touch with the amazing Atlantic.  This is the ocean we know best from life at home, but in many ways it feels quite different from this side.  The sun sets rather than rises over its horizon.  And the waves are significantly more wild. 
Over the last weeks, we spent many hours in those waves, at beaches whose names have that lovely Portuguese shushh–Odeceixe, Monte Clerigo, Ponta Ruivas, and Arrifana.  We cheered each other on as William crushed it on the short board he rented (he’s asked for his own for his birthday, which we’ll celebrate at a surf camp in Sri Lanka); Brendan and I held our own (for the most part) in the line up; Holly and Coco slowly conquered the art of the boogie board; and Phoebe did a lot of just jumping and dancing into the surf.

(Hard to capture these moments without a water and sand proof camera.  We were having so much fun we only thought to pull out the Go Pro on the last day and even then didn’t quite figure out how to use it.)

(Watching the waves on the way down to the beach. The specks are other surfers and the waves MUCH bigger than they look.)

Afterwards, having been punished by the waves and licking my wounds on the beach, I sat on my board and managed a final shot.

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