I can't wait to tell you about Portugal's wonder, her winding trails, and her charming ways. We were tucked away, deep, in a quaint stone village for the first few days, within Guarda's undulating hills. With views extending as far as the eye could see. Badamalos, has that quality, of slowing you right down, encasing you within it's warmed summer stone walls. We spent precious family moments, laughing, playing, jumping in the Coa river. We ate and sang at the top of our voices, danced, by the candle light until the skies were dotted with stars. We woke up early and slept late, trailed up to hidden, peaceful, spots. Sat on boulders, at hill tops, and raised our arms to empty skies.