Termas-da-Azenha from a different angle
They can say as much as they want, but I know what I know, and that’s it! I tell you that!
It’s cat. I’m never mistaken about that. Here in Termas-da-Azenha it smells like cat.
And I’ve already seen that cat. It’s a sneaky thing. Sneaks around everywhere, as if he’s up to something. Eating my food for example. Wouldn’t surprise me!
No idea why they want to stay here again. I recognize it vaguely from last year, it’s the same smell, but a little bit different.
Here in the garden it is nice
Too bad about that cat smell. And everything is very high. You can’t even see the ceiling in the room. I only see hair. That’s how high it is. I prefer to sit under the garden table, with Woman.
That’s safe, and it smells like home.
And I’m not allowed on the bed here either. Just like home. Or on the couch.
“To your own bed!” Woman then shouts, “of you go!” I actually don’t even try anymore.
That person who owns this is nice
She talks to me nicely. (Not like I’m a toddler. I’m an adult, I’m a big guy!) She smells okay. Her feet then, because that is again another huge end to look up to – but she comes down to pat me. That is allowed, because she’s nice. Just for a minute or so, then it’s enough for me.
Only recently she crawled across the floor behind the wall with that black flat box in front of her face, when Son Number One almost tripped over her but saw her just in time. She’s a bit weird. She wanted to secretly take a picture of me, it seemed.
She seems like – what’s that called again? – a paparazzi
Boss came to help, because of course I don’t listen to Son Number One. Then you can go on for ever doing what they say. Yes, if they’re going to do something fun, I’ll listen. But if I don’t like it anymore, I’ll go back to Woman as soon as I can. At least she understands me.
I did say goodbye to weirdo when we left
I feel that she also understands me a bit. Not entirely naturally, and certainly not like Woman, but she comes a bit in the right direction. She respects me. So I jumped out of the car to say goodbye. So that she could stroke me for a minute.
Nice place. Not like home, but it works.
Too bad about that cat.
I stick with it: it stinks!
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.
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