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Happy, happy Day 2. The overnight rain has cooled us off. It's now a chilly 15C with mist gathering over the mountains. I call this blue and gold country.

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  1. It has a dreamy quality, doesn't it?

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  2. Oh yes. I wonder if other people across the world can appreciate our love for this country which to most would appear desolate and colourless.

    I would think the smells on this morning would have been out of this world, too.

    How wonderful for the two of you that you had this sort of weather on Day 2.

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  3. As so often I really like the second photo, the colouring and everything speaks of your cooling off, ;-).

    But 15 °c is really not that nice anymore, isn't it? Doesn't it feel really cold? How do you cope with this temperature differences? I always have a hard time when one day it's 30 °C and the next day it is 20 °C ... doesn't happen so often here.

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  4. Letty, yes I love the blue and gold country ... it does have a dreamy quality, with and without mist.

    Julie, photo's don't do the wideness of the land justice ... later when it gets even wider and more desolate I do my best to convey the beauty of it.

    Martina, yes when the temperature differences are extreme it does feel chilly (I put a long sleeved shirt on that day) but I am not well acclaimatised to the heat any more (living as I do in a cool climate area) so am always relieved when the temperature swings back into the 20s.

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  5. I allways forget about your right-hand traffic... :-) Great mirrow shot and, once again, one more photo that seems to have been taken in the portuguese south! (As I haven't been there yet, take a look at some google images: http://images.google.com/images?q=alentejo&sourceid=ie7&rls=com.microsoft:en-US&oe=utf8&rlz=&um=1&ie=UTF-8&sa=N&hl=pt-PT&tab=wi)

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  6. In the last couple of years, everytime I go south I allways stay on the coast (you know how much I love the sea!) and you need to be inland to have that kind of ('empty' - if you know what I mean) landscape. That's why I still couldn't show you pics of my own... :-)

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  7. JM, yes I know you love the sea and I'm in love with the 'empty' (Julie would say expansive) inland spaces ... this way we get the best of both worlds.

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