Lovely Lagos, Portugal

I love this tiny little village in the Algarve. Filled with beautiful beaches and these really cool cliffs, grottos, and SAND! I was so excited to walk on sand. Although the beach is filled with seashells, some of which have been broken to bits and can pinch your toes, but it’s not too bad. This sleepy little town reminds me a lot of Mexico. The white washed buildings are all 2, maybe 3 story’s tall and you can see the church bells cascading above them. The marina is never too far and everyone just seems so relaxed. I guess that’s what you can expect to find in a resort-town, but still, I love it. The weather was a little funky while I was here, overcast in the morning, sunny in the afternoon, but a chilly wind that was relentless. I guess last week they were experiencing hotter than normal temperatures, so this was a nice break, but I’ve been told the wind at least is usually a warm desert wind. I can’t complain I would rather have a slight chill than be sweating to death on the beach. And, this place has the best fresh squeezed orange juice I have ever tasted, it’s amazing. I don’t know what they do or don’t do to them, but I wish I could take some home. In other news, this sleepy little town has been quite busy lately. The little girl, Madeline McCann, who was abducted from her hotel room while sleeping; her family was staying about 10 minutes from Lagos. Not sure what kind of coverage this has received in the states, but it has been all over the news here, I first heard about it in France. Turns out a bunch of reporters were staying in my hotel, and since I’m traveling alone, I have been mistaken for one of them. I also had a women tell me she thought I was 22, I replied with, “I love you and you are my favorite person in the world.” I didn’t start putting eye cream on at 15 for nothing! I digress. Tonight I head over to my favorite country, Spain. Another overnight train, but thankfully this one is only 10 hours and most importantly I get a bed. I believe it will be a small compartment with 3 bunk beds on each side with just enough room between the two to turn around. My butt is just happy I won’t be sitting for that stretch of time. In the meantime I’m rationing my liquids as for some reason you are not allowed to use the WC on a Portuguese train while the train is at a station. Why, I’m not sure, but if everybody is trying to aim while the train is motion, you can imagine eventually some people miss. I prefer not to attempt it anymore at this point—oh to be a man at these moments! Anyways, my eventual destination tomorrow is Costa del Azahar, and I will continue to make my way further South, keeping on the beach, although I haven’t thought that far ahead yet. I’m shocked I haven’t woken up on a day where I have to check out and realized that I haven’t got a clue where I’m staying next. Lucky for me I’ve always remembered at least the night before. Let’s hope that trend continues. Hasta luego and buen viaje for all of you traveling today as well.

Happy early birthday (by a day) to Gary!

Will upload photos later as it´s taking forever and I have to catch a train!