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 is 54 years old, his parents come from the hippie era. They drove around in an old Bully back then. Do you still know this old "Atomic power - no thanks" sticker? They would have had one of those on it. His parents told Vincent that happiness wasn't a matter of money. But traveling would promote happiness.

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.

At the moment we are following a hot discussion between winter campers. A woman reacted in a Facebook group, Winter Camping in Spain & Portugal, to a post about "fines against wild campers on the Portuguese coast". - Her question was whether it would have hit only the "white goods" or also the colorful vans. Because she would have the feeling that only the expensive-looking campers were affected. There would be something there. - The ensuing discussion reveals that even in the camper world, not all is sunshine. - Some see this as social justice, others as exploitation of the rich. The comments are partly funny, partly frighteningly serious.

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.

Instead, someone has opened an "all you can eat" Japanese restaurant. Torgit and I do not like such stores. From our point of view, the quality can only suffer and so it was. Not terrible, but bad.

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.