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Restoration after restoration after Leslie

“Gosh, she’s just rebellious”,  Nico jokes at Astrid, when I – again, against all warnings – gently push a tree trunk in the bonfire, which gives a nice fire drizzle.

“Exactly!”  I agree, “I just like to have a homeless day tomorrow! I’ve had it with lifting roof tiles and crawling over dusty attics!”

We received a lot of sympathetic messages, after last stormy weekend

We’re all sitting around the fire. It is actually still fairly warm, but it’s so cozy, such a fire. It’s only small, and we have a lot of wood to burn, so the coming winters we’ll not going to be cold, with all those fallen trees!

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The French guests, Lucille and Tomás, now belong to the volunteer team

They spontaneously offered their help on Sunday-after-Leslie, and were great at sweeping, sawing, painting and cooking.

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Especially the cooking part was a blessing, ’cause a nice meal after a hard day’s work is well appreciated! Lucille has been a chef gastronomique. In France, you have two options: gastronomique and traditionelle. The latter is the usual for the average Frenchman, the first is for the gourmet.

And we are gourmets!

Many other things have happened, this week. Bart and Broes have sawn all branches off the fallen eucalyptusses. Tomás was helping on ground level in between his painting the closets of the new laundry room. Nico made a wall of reeds at Casa Palmeira.

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And Astrid, Gerda, Isabelle and I try to finish the Butterfly Wall. Lots of activity everywhere!

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While walking back and forth to glue the mosaic butterflies on the wall, I kept sweeping bit by bit

You can let your thoughts flow freely during all clean-up and sweeping activities. I was sweeping the stairs, suddenly remembering a couple of volunteers who’d been here years ago. Italian Clara and English Paul. Clara could tell wonderful stories about her life, in a typical Italian way with lots of gestures and very musical. Paul made the beautiful mosaic trees on the “Little Chinese Wall”.

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They had lived in Margate, once the hometown of one of my favorite painters: William Turner. It always windy there. It seems to me very restless to live there. Clara is only a small woman, so she had to watch out that she was not taken by the wind. She told the story of how she found a solution, in her typical English-with-an-Italian accent.

She put big stones in the pockets of her coat. Then she stayed on the ground

I thought that was a smart solution, and I enjoyed the story very much. But now I look a bit differently at this phenomenon wind.

Yes, I’m definitely rebellious! What’s it good for – wind? Why isn’t the weather on this planet better arranged? What’s fun about it, hurricanes, temperatures of 40º below zero or 50º above, avalanches, floods, falling trees – why does that have to be? Blimey, couldn’t that be better organized?!

Give me a mosaic tree any time. At least that doesn’t come down with a hurricane!

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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 portugals cultural heirlooms: Termas-da-Azenha, an old spa which has been turned into several holiday homes, rooms and campsites, with a lots of fun things to do: swimming pool, indoor and outdoor games like pingpong, petanque, a FancyDressingRoom and a small café. You’ll find mosaics and paintings everywhere.

The old bathhouse is going to be a museum, where you can see how things have changed. Since 2018 we call ourselves the first B&B&B in the world – Bed & Breakfast & Bathrobes. You can buy a home-made unique bathrobe/housecoat with us.

Each week a little blog about what is happening around us. An easy read. A few minutes in another world. A little about what it going on in Portugal. If you plan your holiday to Portugal, it might be a nice preparation. We have some nice special offers on our site.

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Hello Hurricane Leslie

The parking lot is full, and the lights are on half. They no longer have bread, and the bread baking machines are definitely not going to work today.
Halfway through the first path in the supermarket I meet a man wearing a T-shirt with the print: This is only the beginning.

I meet him on every path during my visit at the supermarket.

 

Well, if that is the case, you can sweep me up after the next one

I had bravely gone to bed, like: “nothing wrong, just a bit of wind. Don’t be such a drama queen!”  I felt just like that at the end of the afternoon, when we hastily brought the pool covers, and the various shadow tents to safety, put all the garden tables and chairs inside, checked all the windows and closed the shutters everywhere. We slipped the stuff around the camper van of volunteers Nico and Gerda (who were in Lisbon with their daughter) under their car, and put their bikes in the shower.

Exaggerated? I really felt quite a drama queen

There was not even a breeze in the afternoon, and with some bright clouds a nice sun it was a lovely autumn weather. What do you mean, a hurricane’s coming? And he would land at Lisbon, so probably we got a bit of a strong wind. Come on. We can handle that, right? We can handle a bit of a storm, even if it already has a name – hurricane Leslie.

Ha! Around midnight I was in the kitchen, praying to a god that I don’t even believe in, with a song in my mind: “It never takes long, a hurricane, it never lasts long. It never takes long, a hurricane, it never lasts long.”

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One of the consequences of Lovely Leslie … 2 trees down and 6 roofs damaged!

Son Broes came along, lit a few more candles, but I objected: “Be careful Broes, we don’t know what else happens, we only have 3 candles.”

“Luckily I picked up Bart from Soure!” says Broes, “If he really had to come here by bike, he’d have been exactly in the middle of it.” Bart is “the young Bart” an old friend of the Termas, has volunteered here 12 years ago, and comes back regularly. A sports fan who thought it was a good idea to cycle to Fátima on Saturday the 13th. And back again.

Fortunately, he went back by train (you can take your bike on the train, costs nothing extra, no problem, you don’t even have to book) and that went a bit faster. I’d already received an app halfway through the afternoon: “Can someone next time tell me that after Sobral there’s not one meter flat in this country” – which made me laugh loudly.

Later I was very happy that he was in his room, because hurricane Leslie was violently present, and had chosen Figueira da Foz as landing spot instead of Lisbon. Figueira is 12 km away, as the crow flies, so we were the winners.

“Pffff, don’t you think this is boring?” Broes would have liked to sit at his computer to play a game or watch a movie, but that was completely beyond every possibility. You couldn’t step outside, you could feel the suction upwards – or was that my imagination? And it was pitch-black everywhere. We were of course badly prepared.

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“Boring. You find this boring. Okay. That’s also possible, of course.”

I hadn’t finished my sentence or there were Lucille and Tomas, the French guests, seeking protection in the warm candlelight in the kitchen. Especially Tomas had a bad time. It was difficult to ignore, because a hurricane doesn’t come quietly. It makes a lot of noise. You didn’t even hear the roof tiles fall on the street – it’s lost in the roar.

Mother Nature is angry. And we will know that too

Sorry, mommy! We didn’t mean it that way! We don’t know what we’re doing, we’re still a little stupid. It’s probably going to be a hell of a mess to change things so that mom gets a little more calm again.

So that man with the T-shirt will not be right with his: This is only the beginning!

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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 portugals cultural heirlooms: Termas-da-Azenha, an old spa which has been turned into several holiday homes, rooms and campsites, with a lots of fun things to do: swimming pool, indoor and outdoor games like pingpong, petanque, a FancyDressingRoom and a small café. You’ll find mosaics and paintings everywhere.

The old bathhouse is going to be a museum, where you can see how things have changed. Since 2018 we call ourselves the first B&B&B in the world – Bed & Breakfast & Bathrobes. You can buy a home-made unique bathrobe/housecoat with us.

Each week a little blog about what is happening around us. An easy read. A few minutes in another world. A little about what it going on in Portugal. If you plan your holiday to Portugal, it might be a nice preparation. We have some nice special offers on our site.

You can subscribe to this blog:

You’ll get it every weekend in your mailbox.

On Sunday morning we publish it on our Facebook Page, on Google+, on Pinterest, and on monday on LinkedIn.