What do you think? Is this worth getting up early for or what?

I was, and strangely enough, still am, the shortest in my family. My charming and delightful brothers and sisters told me if I put pigeon poo in m shoes, I would grow taller... Never trust your siblings is all I can say.

(Fishy cooking ideas at end)

Take a wild guess what the colours of the Portuguese flag are? Come on, you can do it. YES! Red and green they are. This Fish Seller in Olhão is clearly not only a good salesman but also a dedicated patriot. He’s got my vote for sure.

(Recipe for Churros at the end of the post)

Olhão is another beautiful market town on our Portuguese adventure route. It has stunning market buildings and a great market. The inside market is open every day, but the outside market is only there on Saturdays. Both are well worth visiting.

We had more fun than intended this year when we ended up sunk to our hubcaps in sand when we stopped at our regular spot 3km out of town and wanted to cycle in to town. Thank goodness for Caterpillars…

Can you see what I see in the photo? A wooden leg! What? Yes! One of the birds has a wooden leg! Okay, so maybe it's not a wooden leg, but it has a stump and makes a footprint and a hole. It still ran faster than me so I couldn’t get you a solitary photo, but the group is beautiful too.

So now you have the bean clams and the heart shaped cockles, what do you do with them I hear you ask? Nemo problemo, I’ll get you a good dose of food poisoning…just kidding of course! They’re quick and easy to cook after prepping and you are going to love them.

Not a spelling error, but a nod to the incredibly hard work these men put in. After several hours of dragging a heavy metal cage through hard sand raking up mussels in the freezing cold water, you certainly don’t need to visit the gym anymore.

If you thought anything bad when you read the title, then shame on you. Clearly I meant their golf balls! These men can be spotted on the beach, come rain or shine, smacking or looking for their balls. There we go again, sigh.

This is the photograph of a tart we had in Monte Gordo, but the recipe for a different version of the cake. What can I say, no matter how much I beat him, he wouldn't give me the recipe! The Husband said I should have just talked as much as I usually do and he would have given it to me just to get rid of me. Husbands, I tell you.