Trip - Day One - Faro, Lagos, Salema Portugal

12/29/09
I couldn’t sleep last night. We woke at 2:30 AM to catch a 4AM coach to Stansted Airport. As we walked to the airport, we passed all the people coming out of the clubs, stumbling over each other, lying on the ground, shouting at cars, without coats in the cold.

We had a 7:05 AM flight to Faro, Portugal, which is in the south of the country in an area called the Algarve. George Michael cut in front of us in at the airport and I had a nasty tasting Starbucks coffee. Ryan air, blue and gold, is more like a bus than a plane. Becca took drugs. The sun rose at the beginning of our flight. They sold smokeless cigarettes onboard. No high hopes for nice weather on this trip.

We arrived in Faro a little later than scheduled. We missed the bus to town and had to wait an hour and a half for the next one. We sat on the patio of the airport café and it began to rain. A lot. Like a sheet of aqua, senor. It began pouring in the café, in the airport terminal. The door into the terminal looked like a waterfall, hombre. We caught the bus to the train station, bought funny postcards and road the rainy day train to Lagos.

A funny day sat next to Becca, leaned over her and squeegeed the foggy window with her finger. We barely caught the bus to Salema.

The rain cleared up once we reached Salema, amigo. Heiwi, the German proprietor of our villa, picked us up in his coche which he was driving with an oven mitt on because his steering wheel was sticky,

Villa M6 was nicey town. All the TV channels we German. I watched an episode of the German version of The Office. Becca had tea. I had Nescafe then we went down to the willage centre.

It was a great little fishing willage. Most things were closed for the winter and that was fine. It was about 18 degrees (68F) and we had the town and the beach largely to ourselves.

There was supercool seafoam and Becca liked the black rocks. I think we liked it mostly because it reminded us of California and Mexico, but there were also cool boats and cats.

They had these cool Dr Seuss trees like the have in Baja (which reminds me, I want to go back down to Bahia de Los Angeles if anybody is interested), and rocks like the ones at Vasquez Rocks in CA

We ate a delicious sea bass at Boia Bar on the ocean with the sunset. With potatoes, salad, carrots, and vino verde (green wine, esse). Then we went to Adventura Bar and drank Sagres, the local brew and talked with some Brit ex-pats. Then to bed.