@clareartista and I like to spend time into the 'wild' gardens underneath our house. Gardens of people that either aren't here, are only here every now and then ( as they have another house in a big city ), or have passed away.

This morning, Clare put up a second bed, in the other side of the house.Not because we are having a relationship crisis, far from it, but because we are so inseparable - as mentioned in my latest post Eating out - Half a Year with Clare and Clare's recent write up Should we Stay or Should we Go? - that it's pretty challenging to sleep.

Portugal, Late December/early JanuaryCheck out these cat walk models! Who would think that I was wearing 3 dollar sun glasses and that a lot of our clothes come from a 50 (Euro) cent stall? ;<)I used to make fun of people who seemed inseparable, clinging to each other like Siamese twins. Those who never let 'the other half' out of their sight for more than a couple of hours.

My (Favorite) Monster has gone...MISSING...Can you help me find it?Do you remember The Monster of Disco?It tends to shapeshift, depending on how it feels.Sometimes it looks like this...Other times it looks like this:Or, once upon a Blue Monday, it might resemble this creature...

I am sitting in a bar in Guardia Sanframondi, with Clare next to me, needleworking her 'funky tweed and duckdown supercoat' (in her words), as can be read in her post from today: Slower than Slow - Fustrations with Hard Fabrics

Clare and I went on a hike today and visited a gorge with a wild river running through it ( due to the rainfall of the last couple of days ). She had been there several times before, but for me it was the very first time.