Misfit

The Misfit When I first came to Algarve I thought I had to blend in I went to British bars and met expats, who had never been to a Portuguese restaurant, yet spent time whining about the country they lived in now and the country they had left. Undeterred I tried to fit in and bought second hand golf clubs and became a member of a nine hole golf course. I found the so called sport tedious, but was intrigued by what is called the rough where I found bird nests, rabbits and beautiful flowers. “**** the nature follow the ball,” an irate Brit shouted at me. In the mood of fitting in, I did that, but l let my membership payment laps.