In the morning, I walked to the bakery with the dogs and bought fresh rolls for everyone so that the travelers would have something to put their sandwich fillings in. At 9:30 a.m., we said goodbye to each other and they set off for Cadiz, Spain.
I also got ready, loaded the furry ones into the car, and we set off for the city of Olhao. The dogs behaved in a very interesting way that morning. It was as if they were tired of camping in the same place for a week and were clearly eager, even demanding, that we go somewhere else and discover something new. I understand them, because since we arrived last week, we have only taken them on one outing. Our walks together were always in the forest and on the ocean shore, then we left them at home and explored the wider surroundings with Ingrid's car, just us two-legged creatures. I think they had enough of that. Ingrid told them before they left that they were "giving their mom back to them." And I think they understood that, which is why they were so happy when I put their safety harnesses on and they could jump into the car.
The sun was shining beautifully in Olhão. I parked by the beach and we went for a long walk. To our left were motorboats and sailboats with the ocean beneath and behind them, and to our right was the market building, which began construction in 1912. I couldn't go inside because of the dogs, so I'm not sure if it still functions as a market, but I do know that there are restaurants on the oceanfront side. After our walk, I sat down at one of the sunlit tables and ordered calamari with salad and a glass of dry, cold white wine. We soaked up the sunshine, the children lay around peacefully, occasionally drinking from the large bowl of water brought for them. Around us, many people were enjoying the sparkling sunlight, the seagulls circling and squawking above us, the sight of the vast expanse of water and the sound of its roar.
Between the oceanfront and the street was a nice little park with trees (much to Zserbo's delight), grassy areas (much to Panka's relief), and benches (for weary walkers). Parking was surprisingly cheap: I paid €1.50 for two and a half hours. In Balatonfüred, I think it would be double that. At least.
In the evening, I worked on the Saturday and Sunday reports. Then, when my eyes were bloodshot from staring at the screen, I went to bed instead of rubbing them.