A Brisk Morning Walk - Camping Ingrina, Portugal


Our morning terrain...

Tinto:  'My Darling, Take sharp account of the terrain.'  Tinto's words to me as we ascended rocky hills on a hike.  I mean, 'WHO says that?' - - - 'WHOM'???

The path that led to the Atlantic Ocean looked like soft, terracotta colored earth from the door of Mr. Horace. Wrong.  Each step we took was calculated for much of the walk.  Oustanding sights once we reached the top of the cliffs.  We stopped and stared and watched the waves wash and splash and spray anything in their way.  Sun gleaming down on all.  I took too many pics...always slows down the pace.

'I was under the impression this was supposed to be a brisk walk,' Tinto uttered.  'It is. It is...run along and I will catch up with you,' I remarked.  Hmmmmm.  When we finally did meet we jointly decided to take a different path back to the camp so we could explore more views.  Hmmmmm, again.  We KNEW where the camp was located, but we were surrounded by brush, thistle, thorns, sticky-leafed bushes and I mean gooey-sticky.  It was getting hotter by the minute.  I cannot sing, but I break into a song...well, more like a short opera really.  I DO that on this trip a LOT.  I make up songs about the places we've seen and where we are going.  Trust me, you do NOT want to hear them. Tinto tries sooooo hard not to laugh, but this time he turns around sharply and says, 'Gheeez, Girl, Now?'  I said, 'Well, I thought we could use some laughter since we were lost', I replied in SONG.  'LOST?'  'We are not lost, but we made an error in judgement when we didn't take that last path,' Tinto snorted.  We...WE made an error in judgement and Tinto was RIGHT.  We are in this together.  Returned to camp with bloody cuts on my skinny, white legs, dirty as HELL, sweating (NOT glistening!). People who know me BEST, know my 'sweat phrase', but arrived home HAPPY and SAFE with Tinto by my side.

Very hard to walk upon!



We are extremely high above on the cliffs.
Tinto & Blanco...
Learning as we ROAM.

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