Apr 02, 2012
Jun 04, 2012
(p.s. check back soon for pictures)
I’ve got a bit of catching up to do! Overall, Faro was amazing, but only a taste of the Portuguese hospitality to come. On Friday, we had the pleasure of meeting Jose’s father, his spitting image but with more nose hair. He was a delightful old man, and didn’t seem at all bothered by the language barrier. He was happy to sit with us on the deck and take in the view, the sun, the fresh air, and the gin and tonics. After a while, we ventured to old town and wandered around the sleepy, narrow streets taking in the sights and the tired buildings with all of their historic tales. Apparently the Portuguese don’t do siestas in the same way as the Spanish, but you would never know it by how quiet the cities are in the early afternoons.The first to emerge from their non-siesta hours were the old men who gathered in the squares for games of chess. After joining the growing crowd and soaking in some sun, we headed back to the house for dinner. Julia has warmed up to driving standard, minimizing the jolts, stalls and close calls by a lot! After a glass of wine, I was encouraged to try my hand at driving standard again, but it nearly ended with me overshooting the parking spot and landing us in the ocean (through tears of laughter, of course). Apparently the best place to learn to drive a manual car is not a narrow strip of land surrounded on both sides by water. I quickly handed the keys back to Julia and raced to the island bar, Havana, for a drink. We sipped crazy concoctions with the locals - my favorite was a cinnamon, coconut, vodka combo. A certain bartender named Nuno was especially fond of Julia - I think she had his heart when she refused his suggestion and went with her own beverage of choice. Also, our German friends left us today, but not before gifting us with a bit of fun knowledge about their culture... apparently the German youth refer to weed as “shit”... imagine how much fun we had with that. “Smells like shit”...