As soon as my shoes come off, I open the beer. 

I would have to retrace my steps up and down those same brutal hills.

A gentleman steered me back on course.

Within ten minutes. I was out of the small village and into farmland.

After spending last night in such a comfortable environment, I took for granted the trend would continue. 

Today was a very good day.

It’s flexible depending on how many times I get lost.

There were flocks of birds filling the skies in huge shifting formations.

To say that trail markings were sparse would be an understatement.

The flavor of an older Lisbon remains.

I might have been doing a little beaming of my own.

The bar was set very high.