Day No. 88 - Advent, Advent a little light burns...

Dogs barking wakes us up in the morning. Dogs seem to be omnipresent in Portugal. Dog barking is carried from yard to yard as a warning. The whole thing reminds me a little of primitive peoples, where they still drum. Here in civilization they bark. - So out of the feathers and under the cold shower. At least that's what we think. But today it is wonderfully warm. Luxury! Thanks Rafael!

I first park Hector on his original parking space. Connecting the electricity, changing the gas bottle, these are the topics of this morning. Until the gas bottle is changed, we bum a coffee in the neighborhood. That's how we get into conversation with Vincent, a Frenchman.

Vincent was an entrepreneur in France. He had achieved in his life all that we always dreamed of. Big house by the sea, several cars in the garage ... But one thing he did not achieve, satisfaction. For all that was important to him, he slaved like a dog, according to him. Still, he would have sat unhappy on his couch. But one day he would have remembered the words of his parents.

Vincent ist 54 Jahre, seine Eltern stammen aus der Hippie Ära. Diese sind damals mit einem alten Bully durch die Gegend gefahren. Kennt ihr noch diesen alten „Atomkraft-Nein danke“ Aufkleber? So einen hätten sie darauf gehabt. Seine Eltern haben Vincent erklärt, dass Glück keine Sache des Geldes wäre. Aber reisen wäre glücksfördernd.

As a result, Vincent sold his company, his house, his cars, everything. He spent more than three years crisscrossing Europe. Scandinavia, Portugal, Spain, Italy, Greece. Most of the time alone, but he is a man, long alone would be nice, but not always.

Vincent makes a very satisfied, happy impression. Only with today's France, he no longer has it so. This was an exciting conversation on Sunday morning. We now first have breakfast in peace and then we hold siesta, the short trip to Germany was exhausting.

When we wake up, we first sing a birthday serenade to an old confidant.

The picture was taken, two years ago, on her sixtieth birthday.

I love it very much, happiness can be so simple sometimes.

But even here in Portugal we are not offline all the time, it's just different issues.

Zur Zeit verfolgen wir eine heiße Diskussion zwischen Wintercampern. Eine Frau hat in einer Facebook Gruppe, Wintercamping in Spanien & Portugal, auf einen Post zum Thema „Bußgelder gegen Wildcamper an der portugiesischen Küste“ reagiert. – Ihre Frage war, ob es nur die „weiße Ware“ getroffen hätte oder auch die bunten Vans. Denn sie hätte das Gefühl, dass nur die teuer wirkenden Camper betroffen seien. Da gäbe es ja was zu holen. – Die darauf folgende Diskussion offenbart, dass auch in der Camperwelt, nicht eitel Sonnenschein ist. – Manche sehen das als soziale Gerechtigkeit, andere als Ausbeutung der Reichen. Die Kommentare sind zum Teil lustig, zum Teil erschreckend ernst.

Here on the square, thank God, it is more peaceful. - For tonight, an excursion, several campers, to Faro is on the program. - We are with it, it is yes first Advent. Maybe there is a Christmas market.

But we are disappointed, there is neither Christmas market, nor roasted almonds, nor mulled wine.

Dafür hat irgendjemand einen „all you can eat“ – Japaner aufgetan. Torgit und ich mögen solche Läden nicht. Aus unserer Sicht kann die Qualität darunter nur leiden und so war es auch. Nicht grottenschlecht, aber schlecht.

But we discovered a bit of street art during our little stroll through the city. Otherwise, Faro is nice at first sight, but you know that.