Algarve
Algarve
The cold northerly wind has died down
If it wants to blow, it can do so in July and August
when the heat is unpleasant, and the birds and I sit under or in trees
The time of year when the sun is an enemy.
It is the immense clear sky in the Algarve that attracts me, not
the beaches, and the smell of suntan lotion, I can do without.
No other country has such pure air; it brings out the best in people.
Even Norwegians become mellow and malleable in Portugal.
We are having lunch in Albufeira, they tend to cater for
The English palate, food without garlic and onions is not food.
I would instead drive to Almodovar and eat Pernil with cabbage
and inhale the aroma of garlic, but not today, perhaps next week
If all is well with the world
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