Sand Dunes and Umbrellas.

Down in the Algarve, in the south of Portugal and the beautiful, kilometer-long sand dunes at the foot of the Atlantic get a regular beating from the daily storms. And the men in boots are picking their crabs in the endless pools.
When the rest of Europe is freezing I cannot complain really. On the contrary, I found the time here slowing down and some cool mental oxygen reinvigorating. The rains as well seem to have washed out a lot of the recent frustrations and restored some freshness. More soon.