________ We are in the Sesimbra area, right next to Aldeia do Meco, the village where we rented this bungalow.
I have a weakness for the smell of pines. I remember arriving from Paris one evening in that small Portuguese village and being completely enchanted by that odour filling the night air. I guess it's around that time that my brain decided that this particular scent would be the one of summer holidays. There are more pines than you can dream of on that part of the coast, but they seem to fringe the Lagao de Albufeira in a particularly nice way.