From Castles to Fishing - Exploring the Algarve
Apr 02, 2012
Jun 04, 2012
Where I stayed
(p.s. check back soon for pictures)
Today we woke up to what sounded like hurricane winds outside. When I raised the fortress-like blinds, I was greeted by a very sandy scene. The wind was blowing so hard that the ocean sprays were making it all the way up to our glass door. I’m not quite sure how I can explain this, so I will simply say that Julia was convinced that there was a jellyfish stuck to the window, when it was actually just the wet screen and the winds. I don’t expect anybody else to understand this, but even thinking of it again now makes me laugh all over again and I never want to forget it. We decided to let the winds die down a bit and then loaded up in the trinket and headed to Silves, a pretty little town about 30 minutes inland. Aside from a few brief downpours, the weather was much nicer there, and eventually the sun prevailed. The town itself is small and the main feature is the large castle that sits up on the top of the hill looking out over the town around it. We then headed to Salema, the Rick Steves recommended destination of the Algarve. On our way, we veered slightly right, instead of left and found ourselves stuck in the very narrow and confusing roads of a small, remote town called Barao De Sao Joao. The village looked like it housed 70 people, tops, so we were quite noticeable in our blue and white swirled car, grinding gears as we made tight turns, trying to reverse our way out of the sudden little maze. Finally arriving in Salema, we found it to be very quant and beautiful. I would venture to say it was the most manicured of the Algarve towns we saw. At this time of year, Salema is a sleepy little fishing village (it fills up with tourists and sun seekers in the summer time). We roamed the narrow little streets mingling with the many kitties and locals as they strolled lazily by. The beach here was unbelievably pretty, nestled in between cliffs and the white houses of the town. We had a picnic lunch in the sunshine and decided to see what Burgau had to offer. We proceeded to get lost in that town, as well, and were again very conspicuous as we passed the same three old men sitting on the corner not once, not twice, but three times. They were amused. We were amused. This road trip also marked my first experience filling up with gas in Europe... 40 euros to fill up the trinket’s little tank, which is roughly 52 USD. Since it’s our last night in our lovely beach house, we decided to spend some quality time with it. After making ourselves some dinner, we proceeded to blast the music, drink more than a couple delicious bottles of Portuguese wine and hang out on the beach with blankets. We ended the night carefree, dancing around the living room. Life is good...