Taking a Ride to Another Climb

Second to Christmas, the Summer holiday is my favourite time of the year. That time between July and September (usually) means jetting off to a warmer climate for as long as is possible and this year, Portugal was the country of choice. My boyfriend's family kindly invited us to stay with them in a villa they had rented for 2 weeks. We jumped at the chance as not having much money to spare, or much patience for holiday websites, makes planning a holiday a slight chore.

The villa was in a little town called Figueira which is lovely and remote and quite possibly the windiest place I've ever been. It made putting the umbrella up for breakfast on the terrace tricky to say the least! The location was ideal as we were in walking distance of two beaches and only a small drive away from another.

Jonny turned the grand old age of 22 during the holiday and we spent the day at a beach just down the road at the end of a hill-side walk. It was so secluded and peaceful, perfect for working on our bat and ball skills without preying eyes mocking us. I could think of worse ways to spend your birthday!

On one of our final days we spent the afternoon wondering around Lagos which is the closest large town to where we were staying. It has a huge harbor and plenty of cafes and nik-nak shops for all your souvenir-buying needs. It was a perfect evening for strolling round the shops enjoying the hustle and bustle before retreating back to the villa for a read on the balcony. Ah, bliss.

I'm already looking forward to my next holiday which sadly wont be for around 12 months but this holiday certainly left me relaxed and doubled in freckles.