|A small me with tall eucalyptus trees|
photo by Dave Greene
Having spent our customary couple of evening hours in the bar from five to seven, we had a few hours to kill before the New Year moment itself. We should have had dinner, but were already too full (see above) so now have yesterday's salmon and pesto meal to eat tonight instead. How frugal! We (almost) all reconvened at eleven-thirty for a bring-a-plate gathering with Herman covering the bar tab which was kind of him. In preparation for Bailey being chilly on our return, we stuffed the bed with a hot water bottle kindly given to us by our friends Kim and Chris before we departed. (Yes, Kim, you were right!!)
Our New Year was very civilised with much interesting conversation and bonhomie - we learned one of our fellow campers had been a Royal Marine frogman, another spent forty years in the Merchant Navy. We now also have a standing invitation to a beautifully situated Swedish guesthouse. The Dutch don't have a version of Auld Lang Syne so we got a year off from raucous singing. Odd to spend a New Year's Eve without any music though and, as the TV here is tuned to Dutch Sky and their New Year was already an hour past, there was no centralised countdown either - just Albertje keeping an eye on her watch. There was an awful lot of kissing though - thirteen people times three kisses each!
Since we didn't get to bed until well gone two o'clock, we're both being laid-back today. I had
|Concrete arrow pointing skywards|
photo by Dave Greene
We think we will definitely come back to Serro Da Bica at some point in the future. A video we saw of the campsite in the springtime, flooded with flowers, was particularly memorable so maybe a return should be on the cards for Spring 2015.
Tomorrow we head to the coast - to the seaside! Dave's daughters are coming out to visit us in a few weeks time and our friends Chris and Marta have recently put ashore in France and are driving this way too. But in the meantime:
Feliz Ano Novo!
Happy New Year!