Long, Long Day

One of those days that needs at least three blips...

This was breakfast in the Extremadura town of Herrera del Duque. Freshly squeezed orange juice, good milky coffee, and bread spread with crushed tomatoes and olive oil. Simple and delicious.

Several hours driving to get home, stopping in Albuera, where the British fought alongside the Spanish and the Portuguese, against the French on the 16th May 1811 - the bloodiest of the Peninsular War - around 6,000 died on the Allied side, and over 7,000 on the French. So much blood, and for what?

So good to see the outline of Mourão on the horizon. Everything fine on our Land, even more flowers. But a bit of a shock to walk in to our one room and see it piled up with dirty bedding and still  damp towels - from the team. Spent the rest of the day doing washes, hanging it out in the sun, and bringing in whatever dried. And unpacking. Meanwhile Mike was working madly on a fence and gate so that Lula can sleep outside. 

And then down to town to get him. Ended up eating with the Padre, river fish, and seeing several folk. So good to be home.

And I think Lula agrees.