📱 I activated the haptic feedback for the keyboard on my phone, and am really enjoying the experience. I’d tried it once before, but it didn’t work for me then. However, after using a friend’s Android with the same feature, I revisited it, and am now appreciating the feel.

📱 I activated the haptic feedback for the keyboard on my phone, and am really enjoying the experience. I’d tried it once before, but it didn’t work for me then. However, after using a friend’s Android with the same feature, I revisited it, and am now appreciating the feel.

Yesterday evening I went into a small café here in Alcácer to order two beers. I almost got two coffees 😂 Keep practicing. 🗣️

I just took my first lesson in European Portuguese using the Pimsleur Method. @jean recommended this method to me, with the first lesson free on Apple Books. I decided to try that before diving in any deeper. Thirty minutes later and I feel exhausted, as though my head has been used as a punch bag!

The “I can’t do this” side of me wants to throw the towel in and run for the hills. The “I want to do this” side of me is saying to buy the next few lessons.

I am not a language person, I tell myself, but deep down I want to crack this one. It’s a daily commitment. Come on, David. You can do this…🫣

A day of unexpected twists and turns. We set off to explore the hills, beaches and restaurants west of Setúbal. However, the hot weather brought people out in droves, parking was in short supply and roads were closed.

So a change of plans saw us at the market in Setúbal.

Setúbal market

We needed to do some grocery shopping and so used the opportunity.

Man at meat counter in Setúbal market

People at vegetable counter in Setúbal market

This rather foreboding butcher watched over the proceedings.

Big model of a butcher, with a bloodied clever and apron, at Setúbal market

From there we took the ferry across to Tróia and drove back to Alcácer via Comporta.

On the ferry from Setúbal to Tróia

This evening after a walk, we sat and cooled down with a drink as the sun set.

Black & white photo of a table with beer bottle, sunglasses and ordinary glasses on

French Kiwi Juice by FKJ - Songlink

I was happy today to find the Tibetan Buddhist Retreat Center, Thubten Phuntsog Gephel Ling, about 20 minutes drive from Alcácer do Sal.

On its grounds is the 16 meter high Tashi Gomang Stupa.

Tashi Gomang Stupa at a Tibetan Buddhist Retreat Center in Portugal

Small Buddha statue next to a Mani stone (a piece of stone, with the mantra Om Mani Padme Hung carved on it)

Hat on hooks. Baseball hat hanging on wooden hooks attached to a plaster wall

🛌 I needed that sleep.

🛌 I needed that sleep.

Back in Alcácer after a couple of packed days in Lisbon. I find the city stimulates me in much the same way that this small town winds me down. I value both in different ways, and appreciate them being so close.

Off to bed soon. Tomorrow, get two new house purchases working.

🌅 The morning after the day before, and what a lovely day yesterday was. Thank you all who were there for a great Micro Meetup 🙏🏻

🌅 The morning after the day before, and what a lovely day yesterday was. Thank you all who were there for a great Micro Meetup 🙏🏻

I’m sure that there will be more of these, but a couple of photos of the Lisbon, Micro.blog Meetup with @jean, @maique, @Portufraise & @helgeg (& friends from the conference Jean was attending). A wonderful afternoon, and lovely to meet more of the Micro.blog family.

Jean, Maique, Ana & Helgeg on the Lisbon waterfront

Grabbing a drink in Príncipe Real after the Micro.blog Meetup walk

🚘 Heading up to Lisboa very soon, for a Micro Meetup afternoon.

🚘 Heading up to Lisboa very soon, for a Micro Meetup afternoon.

Cais Palafítico da Carrasqueira - a place of old fishing piers and huts, near Comporta and the Atlantic coast, Portugal.

Old fishing piers and huts at Cais Palafítico da Carrasqueira, Portugal

Cais Palafítico da Carrasqueira - a place of old fishing piers and huts, Portugal

Wonky window on a ruined building. Wonky, ruined window on an old building

A beach scene from Easter Sunday. The beach at Comporta, Portugal on a sunny day with a cool wind

I love writing, it feeds me, even if that writing is personal and not shared. However, at the moment writing time is constrained for me and at a premium. So instead of dropping into despair that I have no time to write, I am trying to adopt a habit of looking for time, and then setting a timer and maybe writing for just 10 minutes. If more time emerges, great. But even if not, at the end of the day, I still feel as though I have written something. It may not be as much as I would like, but it is something. Progress has been made.