Gipsy Lady

Portugal, October 2019

Deborah, my sister and other apple of my eye, has come to stay for a week. She had to postpone her flight twice due to work and exhaustion. But instead of relaxing, we organized a dinner party for her , the day of arrival, where she would cook the most tasty fish and seafood dishes with delicious sauces and vegetables to accompany.

Of course , we stay over night at the party dinner house belonging to our friend Uli and next morning it rains. We still have some fresh fish left from the market , so we arrange another dinner at our home that night. Next morning it raines again and we stay in bed watching series on Netflix for the whole remaining day.

Joseph and i go back to morning surf classes after the party weekend, when the waves have calmed down as they were far too high for us in general but especially for our hang over bodies and brains. The temperature has fallen, one can taste the autumn in the air and we get back into our rhythm of early nights and healthy life style. Deborah and i enjoy our sister time, taking walks on the beach and watching the sunset by the cliffs nearby our house. It is quiet and peaceful. We have time to talk. And hug. And tell us how much we love each other.

We are a a family of globetrotters but Deborah is definitely the most gipsy one. And so is her style. First visit to the little village nearby , i find her in the second hand store, buying hand made knitwear, dress pants and a tie bow. She convinces me to get that tiny little glitter dress , in case we want to crash the wedding party of people we have no idea of who they are. Joseph buys a very cool grey suit his exact size and so we leave the charity shop, run by an english lady, with things you really need in a surf community surrounded by wild and beautiful nature.

And we would go horse back riding on a windy day by the end of the week.

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