Ferry to Tróia

Woke up to shifting sunshine, but by the time we left our cozy little flat in the old part of Setúbal, it was raining. Still, we made it to the café we'd seen the night before for a Portuguese version of an English breakfast, salty brown beans instead of in a sweet tomato sauce, for instance.

Rain had stopped by the time we got the ferry over to Tróia peninsula, which is in the Alentejo. Went to Carrasqueira to see the fishermen's huts on stilts, see Mike's Blip, and then home to a house and caravan that are warm and cozy now.

Julia asked for the tomato with garlic and basil, fried in olive oil, and mopped up with crusty white bread - a recipe I learned from a French couple in a restaurant in Pipa, RN, Brazil many years ago, and a favourite ever since.

Gratefuls:
- getting to be a little involved with wedding planning
- that these two gorgeous young women can spend a few days with us
- cozy beds to get into