By the pool, in the pool, in a chair, with a book or without. In the shade, in the sun, with an orange in hand. On a lounger, taking it easy. Just rest. Forget the laundry, emails, and to-do lists. Swap them for sunscreen, a towel, and a pair of flip-flops.

Do things your way. In an old roadside tavern where people once sent letters and bought olives by the kilo. At a crossroads, between the sea and the mountains, in Algarve. In a guesthouse with whitewashed walls, wooden tables, and a reed ceiling. Head to the beach, wander into the hills, go for a picnic, or simply stay put. You can do everything. But you don’t have to do anything.

Photos: hospedaria.com.pt