Bus to Seville March 10.
My last morning in Portugal. Caught the sunrise over the cliffs. What a great moment. Portugal has completely won my heart. From north to south I have had a great time and can't wait to come back and explore more.
After breaky and check out I drove to Loule, a nice town just north of Faro. I got typical Portuguese fair for lunch - roasted whole fish with potatoes, smothered in olive oil.
Then after a little stroll, I checked out the market. Old school covered street style market in a Neo-Arab building (their term, not mine) with individual stalls divided into sections. There were fish mongers, butchers, charcuterie, bakers, wine/olive oil purveyors... I didn't see any candlestick makers.
I tried a few things and picked up some 10 year port which you can't get outside of Portugal, to give as a present to my host in Seville. More on that later.
My previous comment about road signs in Portugal as not entirely accurate. I was able to turn the GPS off today and just drive until I got to Loule. Then once I left Loule center I turned it off again and made it to the airport just fine using signs and such.
So now I'm sitting on a bench in the middle of the parking lot of the airport. When I booked this bus to Seville they said be there 2 hours early for check in. I knew that was crazy. I still got here over an hour early, and there is no place to check in anyway. They say you just check in with the driver when the bus arrives. I could have spent more time exploring, but I've already returned the car.
So I'm using this time to catch up on journaling. Trying to stay awake until the bus arrives. And I think I'll repack a little. Can't believe I'm saying this but I really wish I had a kombucha. Haven't seen any here.
Met Chris, his wife and his 3 month old Eliza waiting for the bus. From England. Nice folks on a similar path through Portugal and Spain. . They were also confused about the bus. In the end we should have went with our guts. and showed up 15 minutes before.
I suppose some may see my obsession with street art or "graffiti" as a bad thing. To be honest I have mixed feelings about people drawing on some of these really old buildings, and their beautiful facades, but I'm really appreciating the "artistic" pieces, not so much the simple tagging which I just see as self-fulfilling vandalism.
Next update from Sevilla coming soon. Ciao
