A chance discovery leads the kids to a magical place, giving me the opportunity to explore a wonderfully authentic Portuguese city.
My eldest daughter noticed them first. Paw prints, distinctly feline. Green, pink, yellow, orange, red… the more we looked the more we found, all over the sun-scorched cobblestones of Santarém’s old town. We followed them (of course we followed them!) and what we found was quite extraordinary.
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The children are entranced by the simple pleasure of a short walk in a foreign place.
The path rises steeply behind the cottage, skirting an olive grove before disappearing invitingly into a thicket of small trees. One kid asked me where it went, and another said that it looked like a good place to find some snakes. It was time for a mini-adventure. Continue reading “Blue feathers and transient wonders: a nature walk in Portugal”