A Message From Portugal Part 2
As always happens the second part of the holiday has flown by. Having travelled to the south last Wednesday on a fabulous stretch of deserted motorway, which as we all know never happens back home, especially during rush hour, we arrived at what I can only describe as the polar opposite of where we had just left.
The village of Terena in the north was such a simple understated place filled with delightful locals who barely spoke a word of English but were there to make sure that we were welcome. They couldn’t do enough for the children especially.
Here in the South we have the indulgence and the opulence. Everyone speaks English and the whole place feels like it is set up with tourism as its main goal. I expected the children to prefer the hotel in the south, with its kids club and multiple swimming pools but to my surprise and delight they preferred the more “real” villages of the north.
We travelled down here to meet up with friends which again has been the highlight of the week. They are staying elsewhere and we have travelled out to see them on a couple of occasions. It just goes to show that no matter where you are, people make the difference and good friends should never be taken for granted.
We will be home in a couple of days and back to see other friends and family, including my fantastic work family. On 31st August we will be 13 years old at HeathDENTAL. I wish to thanks all of our patients and my superb team for keeping us going for the past 13 years and look forward to the next 13.
Bye for now
A Message From Portugal
Well it’s that time of year again when you take a couple of weeks off from the normal routine to try to reconnect with your wife and children ( long days and weekends at work undeniably meant little quality time with the family) and hopefully recharge your batteries.
This year is different. Having lost dad only 6 weeks ago, going on holiday seemed wrong and rather self-indulgent. In fact had friends not being getting married in Portugal, we may have decided not to go.
Having arrived here last week, I must admit that this is just what we needed. It has been a busy week toing and froing from the hotel where the beautiful wedding was staged back to the house in the sticks but has been filled with lots of fun with the kids and with friends. Its nice to be able to accept an invitation to play with the kids when they ask you to take them on a table football or a game of pool, rather than having to make an excuse that you have work to do, which we all know as parents more often than not leaves a discernible feeling of guilt. This lack of guilt is liberating.
What strikes me most though is how little we really need as humans to have a good life. The village that we are staying in has a church, an old derelict castle which my youngest has adopted as his own (he calls it Dylan Castle), one small very male dominated taverna, a small local shop with predominantly empty shelves and no lighting and a restaurant which rarely opens. That apart everyone is really happy and welcoming. We have been able to buy local fresh produce from the shop and although very basic, have enjoyed dreaming up lots of salads and barbecues and of course local wine ( not for the kids I must add).
Today is our last day at the house, tomorrow we are heading off to the South to catch up with other friends for a week. I will be sad to leave this unassuming yet therapeutic village but will look forwards to further adventures with the family.
Goodbye from Portugal,