From a fleeting boat, this soul tugging note.
At last, bare feet on fine sand.
an afternoon to dwadle,
to splash in salty waters of foam.
Skies of pink and crimson spark for our delight
Envy of the world you must be, may all your riches abide on me.

Upon my return, I was asked about my adventures. With a broad smile across my face, my response socked her.

But that is impossible she responded, that is crossing three towns.

It’s impossible until it’s possible I responded on walking from Marina de Albufeira to Marina de Vilamoura…and it merely felt like a few fleeting minutes to me.