I've been here for four full days and I've just (about to use a cliched word) wanderlusted about. The first day I lay by the pool and read. I'm reading J.D Salinger's 'The Catcher in the Rye'. I don't even don't what to make of it, even though I'm half way through it. I'm enjoying it nonetheless.
|I see a dog...|
Dog was non-responsive to me...Burned!
The next day we rented a car. I've been the designated driver. I must say, it was quite the novelty driving on the RIGHT side of the road on the left side of the car on the motorway. I've picked it up quite easily...
We drove to a place called Villamour, about an hour away.
And with it came the moral obligation to go to mass. Yes, MASS!
In 27 degree heat my Mother and aunt had me in a beautifully ornate chapel may I add, for 1 hour and 10 mins listening to a Portugese version of mass.
I was silently quoting Father Ted quotes to keep myself amused...
..."Sure didn't the Lord himself go on holiday for two weeks to get away from his Father..." I murmured to myself.
|In a bid to divert their attention from actually going into mass: "Mammy g'on take a photo of me"|
|My beach bag contents|
Keep an eye out for a few more posts...
Remember to have a look at my 'Packing Process' video on how I managed to fit 10 days of outfits into cabin luggage.