As I cycled through the Algarve, I marvelled at the view, and how wonderful the simple things are in life, the beauty of nature, the joy of effort, the wind in your hair (or in my case, on my skin!), the sun on your face, and the sound of cowbells as I cycled through a field.
|The beach at Salema|
|Leaving Salema, quite the uphill cycle|
|Cycling on a country road|
|and I was greeted by a symphony of cowbells!|
Its not the physical things that count, its the joy of living.
|Next time, maybe I will bring a simple bike!|
|or motorized transport?|
|or a way to meet a challenge on the cycle path!|
|In the end, its about friendship and joy, the simple things.|