The Travel Plan
During our last three weeks in South America in December, Mark and I needed a “What’s Next?” plan. We had just sold our truck camper in Chile and were officially homeless. Finding our next campervan would likely take a while — we’re very picky. (If you have a Mercedes Vario 4×4 for sale or know someone who does, please let us know!)
After more than two decades as nomads, we don’t really have a home base. Mark’s niece and her husband moved into “our” room above the garage at his mom’s house in Massachusetts, which is a win-win for everyone involved. Living in “our” guest bedroom with a shared bathroom in the middle of a New England winter would only work for about a month. So where could we go after that?
Renting a place in the Caribbean for a few winter months was too expensive. We didn’t want to go to Belgium yet to stay at my parents’ “little house,” because winter there is cold and rainy — and Mark can only stay in my home country 90 days out of every 180. It made more sense to use those days closer to summer. And we were ready to leave South America and its Hispanic culture.
Then an opportunity appeared. A friend invited us to stay at her rented house in southern Spain for a couple of weeks. My parents would also be nearby for their winter break. Add our curiosity about Andalusian villages and the discovery that Mark, as my spouse, didn’t have to do the Schengen shuffle while traveling with me — and the southern Iberian Peninsula became the obvious destination.
Yes, the irony of going from Hispanic South America to Hispanic Spain isn’t lost on me. There are plenty of similarities, but luckily some differences too. 🙂
We started in Lisbon, Portugal, mainly because rental cars were much cheaper there than in Spain, and we could take a direct flight from Boston with Maya. Our plan was to stay in the region for two months and then slowly make our way to Belgium – by train! – in early April. That would be the real adventure of this trip.
The Blogging Plan
This year, I had hoped to publish simple monthly wrap-ups. But honestly, we are doing and seeing so much — way more than we did in South America — that those posts would become ridiculously long.
Writing chronologically and geographically is tricky as well. During our first two weeks in Spain, we actually spent more time in Portugal. So I’m splitting that period into two blog posts: one highlighting our visits in Portugal, and the second focusing on southern Spain.
The Algarve — Part One
Faro
On February 1st, we brought the rainy and windy weather with us from Lisbon to El Rompido, Spain. After a wet drive without mountain views, we greeted our friend Patti and stayed indoors for the next few days, trying to be warm and dry.
Leaving Lisbon in the rain
Spain, here we come!
On the first decent day — which turned out sunnier than expected — Mark, Maya, and I drove to Tavira to meet and pick up my parents. It had been a year and a half since we last saw each other in person.
And, back into Portugal for sightseeing
Seeing my parents again after a year and a half
We didn’t need an early start because crossing the border into Portugal meant gaining an hour. In theory, we would arrive at the same time we left, since the drive itself took about an hour. Of course, that also meant the return trip would take two hours. 🙂
(As always, hover over or click on the photos in the galleries to read their captions.)
The airport of Faro is close to its historic downtown
The main entrance to the old town
Downtown Faro
Walking in the historic downtown of Faro
Lavish building within the walls
Tiled facades again
The Cathedral of Faro in the historic center
A pricey but tasty three-course day dish with seafood, a drink, and olives
The place to have lunch!
Our little family group spent part of the day exploring historic Faro — wandering narrow streets, having lunch on a sunny patio (Maya wasn’t allowed inside), and strolling along sections outside the old city walls.
The city sign with Maya
My dad leaning on the F of Faro
Roaming the streets of historic Faro
Maya meets another dog.
Stork on the roof of the gate
Leaving the old town through a different gate
The elaborate gate seen from the outside
Another historic building outside the old town
A different side of the city
Church along the way to a more impressive church
Mark, Maya, and I in front of the Igreja do Carmo in Faro
The bell tower of yet another church
No excuse to leave dog shit on the sidewalks!!
Tavira
Since we had time left that afternoon, my parents introduced us to Tavira, another beautiful town. As usual, we hadn’t done research beforehand, which meant every corner of the historic center revealed something new and charming.
The Roman Bridge in Tavira is a 17th-century, 7-arch stone pedestrian bridge spanning the Gilão River.
Pretty building across the river
Chapel in Tavira
Church tower aiming for the sky
Old fort walls
Mark and Maya on the fort walls – Can you see Maya’s head poking out?
A short walk on the uneven walls
Looking back into the garden of the old fort
Mother and daughter in Tavira
One of the ruined towers of the fort
Another church in Tavira
My dad in front of another church
Bell tower against the sky
A simple church facade
Tavira’s town hall
Praça da República is Tavira’s main square.
Good girl, Maya!
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