Fisherman's Trail - Day 3 - A Day of Resting and Recovery

Today was a very slow day. Sick and tired, still having stomach cramps, I lay in bed for most of the day in my small hostel room. But during the middle of the day, I started to feel a bit better, so I went outside to see the beautiful coastline of Porto Covo. The small lighthouse, all the tiny plants, and also the people looking around, exploring the cliffs.

I could spend hours watching the mesmerizing motion of the waves as they crash upon the rocks. The power of the Atlantic is ridiculous, and here, it's so visible. So palpable. You can smell the salt in the air from the little droplets of water that get thrown up and vaporized against the coast.

After the short adventure, I went back to bed, only to re-emerge for a little dinner on the rooftop terrace shortly before sunset. The glass on the rooftop reflects the sea, and it creates a trippy half-mirror effect where you can't tell what's real anymore. Surrealism, in a photograph.

The sunset was also surreal. Fingers of yellow and orange extended into the sky, burning clouds, and the silhouette of the lighthouse on the cliffs as the night started engulfing the earth. This mood of twilight is one of my favorites. It's the in-between, where the shadows grow longer, and the wind from the sea picks up, the coldness of the night starts to come out, yet a sliver of day and light remain. I shiver under my soft jacket because the wind pierces right through, and yet I feel warm and cozy inside somehow. Happy to be here, happy to be alive. My stomach stopped growling, and I think tomorrow I can continue the hike.