By some magical twist of fate, Dave and I were able to get away and enjoy a few nights in a boutique hotel on the ocean shores of Caiscais, a small town 30 miles west of Lisbon.
We ate well, drank well, and reacquainted ourselves with this foreign object called "the sun." Hallelujah for the unseasonably warm and sunny days that met us in Portugal. Amsterdam had been hiding under a wet wool blanket for the previous four weeks and we couldn't wait to dry out and take in some Vitamin D.
And Dave was able to add Guincho - his first Euro surf - to his wave log.
A beautiful part of the world, this place. And the people were as warm to us as the sun.
We'll go back, for sure.
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