We made it to Lagos, Portugal. Thank goodness for fresh seafood and conserva (free little apps like mildly pickled carrots and olives) for about a third of the price you’d pay for food in Switzerland. So tired. Going to bed.
Okay, it’s the next morning, and I want to add to this before I forget…
They have those shiny mosaic tiles on the streets here, just like in Lisbon. We are staying inside the old city of Lagos, so we parked the car in the town lot and walked through the old city walls to get to the flat we’ve rented. Sweeping views of the ocean greeted us on the drive into town and people carrying surfboards wound their way through the parking lot toward the beach.
Our host, Peggy, met us outside the flat with a warm smile, her blond beachy hair hanging down her shoulders and a golden tan that fit perfectly with this place. She is a British expat who lives on a small farm with her husband just outside the city. She showed us around the flat and marked places to eat and beaches to visit on a map before breezing out the door, reminding us to call her if we need anything.
After we settled in, we walked through the old city center and along the Avenida Dos Descobrimentos to a foot bridge that took us across the canal. We then walked past a marina, some scruffy looking sun-bleached buildings and a small train station to what appeared to be a fishing shack at first. This was A Barrigada, which turned out to be a restaurant with probably the freshest, tastiest seafood I have ever eaten AND at a very reasonable price, which we needed after Switzerland. We joked that the complimentary potatoes, tomatoes, and conserva would’ve each cost about 10 Swiss francs apiece.
Now I’ve got to rouse the kids to get ready for a little kayak adventure this morning.
My Corner of the Village 