Remembering and Recording

Some twelve years ago, we took a break on our way back from UK to Brazil, to visit our oldest, who was on her year abroad in Cádiz. Leaving Lisbon, we drove, for the first time, through the Alentejo. Enchanted by the olive trees and vineyards, and whitewashed towns topped by castles, we spent the night in one of them - Serpa - and had our first ever Alentejano meal, here, in Molhó Bico, and wow, was it good.

So, it felt appropriate to invite the Padre, Ricardo, Cecílio, Ermelinda, and our youngest two, to celebrate moving out of the flat (spent the morning doing a final clean) with a meal here. So lovely of them - and so typical - to be willing to drive for over an hour, and then spend several hours with us, eating and drinking and laughing and talking.

We are grateful for it all.