It is said, when one door closes, another opens.  I believe doors open and close for a reason and with purpose.  And one doesn`t necessarily create a cause and effect for the other.  But this isn`t a story on philosophy.  I leave that task to people who know what they`re talking about. I`ll just talk about doors and what might lie on the other side.

The task of opening and closing a door would seem to be a simple and straight forward process; push or pull.  Doesn`t matter if it swings on hinges or rides on a rail. The motion or effort required is push or pull.  Now let`s change it up and see what happens.  The hinges on the swinging door have rusted and the jamb it resides in is out of square.  The sliding door now sits on a gummed-up and tacky track.  Suddenly, opening or closing the door becomes difficult, in fact, you may not even be able to do either based on the severity of the problem.  And this has to do with what?  Absolutely nothing. 

I share the door nuances to introduce these stories.  It`s about doors, not the philosophical ones but rather what lies just on the other side of these colorful rectangles.  What lies just beyond are the stories I will share about time spent in the town of Albufeira located on the southern coast of Portugal with the Atlantic Ocean being its border.  Chapters will read rather short, often taking on the form of a Flash Fiction story scattered with both truth and fiction.  There may be sprinkles of poetry, free verse, rhyme and even a haiku or two.  And don`t be fooled by a chapter, the words may have little to do with the title, yet the title will have everything to do with the story.  Confused?  Don`t be, these doors are crafted to open and close with ease.  Join me now as I share the `Doors of Albufeira`.