Satisfying Sunday

Adega Velha, on our way home from church.
Bread is what Christ has become for us, and wine. Wine is boldness, joy above all earthly measures, fragrance and beauty, vastness and giving without boundaries. Zest of living and owning and offering. Quote from Romano Guardini, German Catholic priest and academic.
Croissants and coffee, our traditional Sunday breakfast.
Dutch and Swedish, French and English/American gathered to eat and talk together.
Ermelinda, sitting next to us in church.
Fakir, friend - and wind-up merchant.
Guillaume, getting a lift to the gathering with us.
Husband, and constant companion the whole day.
Inside the church, masks are still mandatory.
Jugs of wine at dinner.
Kittens, Feathers and Aduro, alertly watching blackbirds in the orange tree.
Little newborn mewing, grandson to Spanish couple in church.
Mourão, our community, may God bless it!
Nap, essential component of a restorative day.
Olives, heavy on every tree at the moment.
Padre António smiling at us, miracle of reconciliation.
Quietness, all I can hear are cicadas and some purring next to me, oh, and the occasional sheep bell.
Reading, what is a day without a good book to lose myself in?
Sem Fim, where the expats gather on a Sunday evening, and a spectacular sunset turning the Lake crimson as we went over it.
Tiago, the Dutch owner, and Telheiro, the village.
Unless I water the "lawn" soon, it won't be one.
VW vehicle to get us there, across the Lake.
Walking to church, through town to Adega, and home again.
Xtra special day of the week.
Yucca flowers softly luminous, my Blip photo today.
Zé Maria at the Adega, always good to see him, our first Mouranense friend.