My ideal holidays

“Pfiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitoiiiiit! Pfitpfitpfitpfit! Pfiiiiiiiiiiiioiiiiit! Pfitpfitpfit!” “Djzingeliiiii djzingeliiiii poetpoetpoetpoet.” “Fiepfiepfiepfiepfiep, fiepfiepfiepfiep.”

“Tsjietsjieprrieuw. Tsjieprrieuw.”  “Gûbibi gûbibi gûbibi …”

 

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It sounds like convivial bustle during breakfast. I don’t think they’re fighting, but what do they have to say to each other? If you listen well there is a lot of variety in their conversation, but sadly I can’t understand them.

Sometimes I think I understand them a little:

Prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt! One comes along who also wants to be in the group: “Gûwiewiewiewiewiewie!”, but no, none of that, get out: “Gewingjinggewingjinggewingjing!” “Prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrroeiiii!”

Amusing. The light coming through my eyelid is promising, just like this singing.

I try to recall my dream for a moment longer, but it’s fading. Goodbye dreamland, till tonight.

Sigh.

Nice bed.

I don’t want to get out yet, but I’ll have to.

I have to pee.

And then get a cup of coffee.

Daily needs in a person’s life.

But wait a minute … that’s true! I’m on holiday!

I may get into my pretty kimono and go have breakfast. It’s something I fell for in the commercial of this holiday village – you can order your own tailormade kimono, and try it out here.

Every day they have a japanese breakfast – that means everyone in their kimono, you may come when you want (from 8 till 10) and you don’t have to be sociable. They do serve white rice, miso soup and something called nattõ, but I prefer sitting in the sun reading with a cup of coffee and a croissant.   

The main reason to make a reservation was of course because this arrangement is for women over 45. The age restriction isn’t very strict, since there’s also a woman of 42. It’s not a large group about 9 women in total. Most of them are single, but a few have a relation. There are some friends, the rest of us don’t know one another.

There is a program, but you don’t really have to follow it if you don’t want. Today like every day we meditate around 10 (for half an hour), and then go for a walk. There is a large library, so I think I´ll stay at home, since I’ve spotted a good book. There is an inviting sun lounger by the pool, with a little shade. Awesome!

And going for a walk …

 … er, I’m a little too old for that … it’s a 16 kilometer hike – I´ll go for a stroll after lunch.

Tomorrow I want to participate with the mosaic workshop. I’m a big fan. This afternoon I´m going to go on the internet and find some nice pictures for inspiration.

The day after, you can continue with your mosaic or go and get a massage. And if you don’t want to do either you can go and pick a type of cloth for your kimono, which will be tailor made by a portuguese seemstress. And if that also doesn’t interest you, maybe the cooking workshop might.

The food is great

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It’s not high cuisine, but a good homemade meal. The cooking workshop is about the indonesian cuisine! I’m a vegetarian now, but you can exaggerate everything, so when it’s about well prepared beef my principles go out the window.

My children always called me a “vegeterrible”.

“Aren’t you coming?” asks Inya, a red haired woman from Ireland “I’m a bit hesitant myself ….” “I’ve found a good book”, we say at the same time.

“As long as it’s not the same book”, Inya says laughing, “which one did you get?”

“It’s a Stephen King, I’ve never read anything from him”, I admit with still a big grin on my face, “but I think it’s a page turner, so I’ll probably finish it in two days. However I always try to read the ending a bit more slowly … to stretch it, not to finish it …”

“Ah!” Inya is surprised, “I do exactly the same! If you like the story very much, try to read slower when you’re near the end! Funny! But Stephen King is pretty scary, exciting!”

Yes, I guess this will be a success. At first glance there are interesting people in this group, very likely to have a nice chat with the most of them.  

Maybe I’ll even join the “Afternoon of Stories”. We’ll see …

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We moved here in 2000 from Rotterdam, Holland to the Termas da Azenha, Portugal. A big step, especially with two small children. We are busy to rebuild one of portugal’s cultural heirlooms. Termas da Azenha, a old spa which has been turned into several holiday homes, rooms and camping ground, there’s also a swimming pool. You’ll find mosaics and paintings everywhere. The old bathhouse is a museum, where you can see how things have changed.

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