It's been 4 years since I was anchored in Alcoutim. We just visited by car, and all I can tell you is that my body slumped as I watched an "early-retired couple" dock at the town's free pontoon looking like a million bucks.
Why? Because "watching it" is a damn poor substitute for "doing it". It's unhealthy, I tell you.
|No schedule, no utility bills, no hassles - 99% of people would die of boredom, I hope you're in the 1% category.|
The first night we stayed at a farm bed & breakfast near Vila Real de Santo António located at the mouth of the Guadiana River.
|They had donkey rides, but apparently the donkeys had been let out as part of a live nativity scene and were returned looking like starving skeletons.|
|We were told that a lawyer sold this old majestic hotel, which belonged to somebody else, and skipped town with the money. Now it's for sale again, by the real owners.|
|Getting older, getting crazier.|
We spent the second night farther inland at Reguengos de Monsaraz near an old fort way up on a hill.
|Rooms in the middle of an orange grove. The oranges were in season and delicious.|
|Typical street within the castle walls.|
It was a fun trip. By the time I got home I had mostly forgotten about that boat docking in Alcoutim.