In the middle of the orange grove

Before Corona, our Finnish friends wintered in the Algarve. On a whim I text them and ask where they are. And they’ve been here since a week! We meet and celebrate our reunion at the beach with a glass of white wine and sth to eat.

We can’t park at her house this time. After some searching and with help we find a place. This time they live in a 300-year-old Portuguese house with a large fire vent above the kitchen, which is not needed today, but has been preserved.

To get to the house we drive through orange groves which are full of oranges and still blooming. The smell of orange blossom is overwhelming.

We get our own room or house, the furnishings remind us very much of our hotel room in Najran/Saudi Arabia.


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