Monte Conquero Huelva

... the border of Portugal and were going to hit up three towns on our way out: Tavira, Cacela Velha, and Vila Real de Santo António. Tavira was a larger town that had tourists, but wasn't necessarily catering to mass tourism and didn't sacrifice the culture of those that lived there. It wasn't really our thing, but I'd take it over Albufeira and its 9-5 happy hour any day.   Cacela Velha was by far both our favorite town although you would have a hard time staying ...

... look and then 1.5 Euros for me and 1 Euro for the bike and I was aboard ... with one minute to spare! Ooh, I DO like a challenge! Once on terra firma I headed for Café Latté, my favourite café in Vila Real, and sat sipping a nice cuppa and snacking on a lovely fresh warm croissant. Owner Sanne rolled up with new baby of two months, Keani, in the buggy and we had a nice chat before I headed off for a lovely hot shower and change. So what does all this ...

... corner to the recommended Bar Whitney where I ate four large plates of delicious tapas - yumyum! Later I strolled into the city centre to find the tourism office and an internet café and had to smile when I saw a number of firefighters (bomberos) demonstrating about cuts in manning levels - problems the same the world over! After a couple of hours updating the blog I took an evening walk through this sophisticated town ...

... by Nuestra Senora. Then they parade through town again back to their respective Hermanidads for celebration meals. Meanwhile Spanish families not part of the Hermanidad will gather in the parks and cook huge communal paellas. The National Park is also well worth a visit. Most of it is fenced off to exclude all bar the few who live and work there. This ensures that it remains a haven for all sorts of wildlife, a lot of which ...

ARRIVED from Sevilla i was trying to get to lisbon, portugal but the train line stopped in Huelva. the bus from there to portugal didnt leave for 8 hours (it was a holiday, so everything was closed, i couldnt even find anything to eat except at the bus station and no cars and no map so i wasnt about to hitchhike) not much to do all day other than my usual- skateboard, nap, read, walk around... DEPARTED to somewhere in Portugal

Helllooooo Everyone! I hope everyone is doing quite well. I am now into my second week of the program. Someone told me that we are now one eigth done. What a funny statustic. It does not seem accurate. As I think I mentioned before, time seems so strange here. I feel like I have known my family and friends for so much longer than two weeks, yet at the same time I can't believe we are a fraction into the program. How strange. Everything here is great. I ...

... die echter op veel plekken te niet wordt gedaan door windkracht 5 die van de heuvels naar beneden dendert. Deze Nortada die zich door termische veranderingen ontwikkelt gaat meestal 's middags blazen. Het wordt een prachtige tocht, we houden onze bimini op om de zon en het verbranden tijdens het varen te ontlopen. De harde noordelijke wind die over ons heen striemt kunnen we niet weerstaan en we moeten bakzijl halen met onze truien en lange broeken. Na 3 ...

... to make sure I understood everything. Cell phone mission abandoned, Yolanda and I headed home and sat around the kitchen table and had a long chat about relationships and life IN SPANISH (I was very proud of myself). Then we sat down to relax on the couch and Yolanda chatted on the computer while I took a siesta soon it was evening and Alba arrived. We have spent the evening sharing our favorite Youtube and Myspace videos and practicing our ...

... Deniro.) The plumbing in most Public Southern Portuguese facilities is so bad that it can not handle ANY toilet paper in its system. I first discovered this fact on a sign in a hostel bathroom that read, and I quote "Please but your ass-wipe papers in the trash, Thank you." Unfortunately for this first Portuguese Hostel I was in denial that they were truly meant what the sign said and wrote it off as a misstranslation ...

... summer heat - walls are thick, ceilings high and windows set in deep recesses with heavy shutters. Our room was fitted out in cream and sage with ancient, rust coloured carpets. The bed was the size of a football field. Through enormous oak doors you stepped into a narrow, glass enclosed, terracotta flagged balcony. There's less gilt, marble and crystal here than at Santa Rita. Genuine antiques rather than old furniture needing some love sit comfortably with ...