Back in August, when the sun still rose high in the sky, we gathered our things and travelled, aimlessly, without a destination in mind. I mean, we had planned to go as far as Vilar formoso, like we always do when we're in Badamalos for the sole purpose of stocking up on the smoked Spanish Pimenton, we seem to live off in this house.
I wasn't expecting it's energy and sounds, which seemed to resonate within its maize of alleyways and terracota walls. Nor was I expecting its beautifully framed balconies, encased in old glass and lined with colourful flower pots. And those wooden doors, so old, so filled with history. Somehow, this old town managed to encapsulate it's richness, it's tradition. And someday, we'll make our way back there. For some of it has remained engraved within me... xxx Stella
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.
In all my recent trips to London, Camden, has conspired to allure me every single time. It's unruly and frantic streets, stables, turned into market stalls, old brick walls, filled densely, with endless fabrics and colourful signage. Some handmade, some individually carved. Its vintage tones and worn out doors. It's silent corners, that play raucously on night fall, its beautifully vibrant, creative, eclectic crowd. There's a part of me that says I will see another of London's parts next time, but as the dust settles, I remember, there's a corner of Camden I have yet to see. Happy Friday dear friends! And I certainly hope, trips have been planed, for the sun promises to brighten up the way.