Moved from the top of Portugal to the bottom of the country today. After waking yet again to the enticing smell of Portuguese tarts being baked outside our bedroom window, we went for our morning coffee and to purchase supplies for the day ahead.
Tugged our bags back down the hill to the station, and boarded the morning IC train back to Lisbon. Train was very crowded, but everybody wears masks. People are so compliant, and put them on religiously when they go into shops or public transport. Nobody wants to assert their constitutional right to be a public nuisance, and so everybody can get on with their life.
For the first time, the Portuguese trains didn’t run to the minute – due to some track works we went through I’m guessing, so it looked like we’d missed our connection but, no, they held the train at Lisbon and we, with quite a few others, ran across the platform and jumped on. Happy little vegemites we were.
Another full train, this time going as south as you can go to Faro – the fishing town near the Spanish border, arriving at tea time. I’m sure that in summer it would be a buzzing little place, but today it looked like a town searching for some customers. Even our walking tour tomorrow has been cancelled for lack of interest.
Lovely apartment, beautiful in fact. Fully renovated, and even our own personal courtyard to while away the summer nights. However, its a wet spring at the moment.
Wandered down to the main square for tea, but most of the restaurants were empty, and some were even closing at 8pm. Found a lovely Indian restaurant – you could tell it was good because it was full. Perhaps it was because all the seats were inside and not stuck out in the cold on the cobbles, but the food was lovely.
Travessa do Pé da Cruz, Faro, Faro 8000-297, Portugal