Gotta love the beach no matter where in the world it is!
Life is like a train trip. We eagerly anticipate getting to the next station but, once we’re there, we can’t wait to move on.
Much of life is a blur, like the views from a moving train. We remember the arrivals and departures of those we love. And we remember some of the train stops, when the pace of life slows down.
For us, many of these leisure moments are spent on a Portuguese beach. We recall the beauty of the seaside, the wonderful weather, the delicious food and, most of all, those who shared these happy moments with us.
The Portugal Years 
Wonderful! This is getting me excited for my travels.
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😀 Don’t forget to come home.
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Oh yes I certainly shall. There’s no place like home!
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Like Dorothy.
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😀
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I would swim there! So beautiful. But the ocean is so noisy, don’t you know.
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That is a good thing. That way no one can hear you when the sharks gang up on you.
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*laughs* Hey! That is so brutal. I might have strong yell, you don’t know.
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I am sure Susan and I could whisper a prayer for you as you are going down.
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Thank you. I do appreciate it, Lady.
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Certainly.
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There is no therapy, like ocean therapy. The salt, the sand, the steady-8-waves-a-minute comforting crash-hiss of the breakers coming ashore…there is no place on earth like a seashore.
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And I haven’t been there in over a year. *sigh*
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I remember Nazare ,on the Portugal coast.
it was picturesque at the time
Love
michel
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We took holidays there a few times.
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