makes you wonder what he doesn't say.......

So in just less than a three hour plane ride we've gone from rain, mist, clouds, and winter coats with highs of 45 to sandals, sunscreen, bathing suits and highs near 80.  

Welcome to Portugal.

It' gorgeous here.  Feels a bit cluttered with all the condo's and timeshares and I'd never ever want to vacation here in high season (July/August). But May or September -- sign me up!  The beaches are a soft golden sand: grainy like the southeast FL beaches, not powdery like the gulf coast ones.  Rocky cliffs form coves around the waters or overlooks from towns above.    This section of Portugal is dubbed the Algarve Coast and is the vacation destination of choice for Brits and other UK residents.We've spent alot of time pool-ing at our apartment, but have hit the beach at nearby Olhos d'Agua explored old town Albufeira (the town we're sleeping in)

C, especially, is in seventh heaven ; with  three pools just steps from our patio he can jump and splash to his heart's content. The baby pool comes up to mid calf, the kid pool to hiss knees and the adult pool, a lap pool, comes up to his chest. So as long as there's a grown up within sprinting distance he can frolic as he likes between them. Playing ball in the little pools, jumping on intertubes in he big pool, and even taking a break to go slipping down the slide at the playground.

As always, the boys just seem to roll with it.  It's fun to see C make sense of all we see and do.  On the trip from Germany, we hadn't been airborne but about 5 minutes when he turns to me to tell me "mom, this plane has windows."  Then, just a few minutes later he asked, "When are we gonna get the gas?".  His most recent flights had been this winter's space-A adventure to Florida, in windowless cargo planes that did in-flight refuels.   We get to FARO, collect our baggage and are heading out to the rental car and he announces-- "wow, it's just like Jupiter"  And he's right, it is.  Hot, humid, palm trees everwhere, and the same kind of coastal scrub along the interstate.   Then, on our third morning (our third day of gorgeous sunshine) he observes to me over breakfast.  "Mommy, it doesn't rain in portugal, does it?"  I can't remember the last time we put together three days in a row in Germany with no rain, and apparently neither can he!

So.... as I said up top -- really makes you wonder wha'ts going on in that little brain that he doesn't say.