Walking (to) the Mediterranean

Having a hell of a time with my blog today.

 

I wanted no text.

None of my or any other voice peeping in.

But damn it.

The pics wouldn't stay lined up.

So I had to step in.

Just as I did on the beach at Ilha Tavira today.

The locals found it cold but I found it, or was, balmy.

I had to keep my eye on the time, though.

The last ferry left at 5.

And I wouldn't want to have to spend the night in the lighthouse.