Invited to Gunilla's birthday party, just outside the walls of Monsaraz, what amazing views from their terraces - you can see some of the folk on one of them to the right of the photo. We had to leave early to go to a meal with the amigos back in Mourão, but we left Jan and Keith there, chatting happily to folk in Swedish and English.
Now past midnight, sitting around the table, comparing notes over a cup of tea, and blipping.
- an inspired homily from the Padre, the church was packed for Mother's Day (here)
- the fascinating variety of people at the party
- the pretty dress Jan made and gave me that I wore today