Europhile: C'est ma vie!

When it's snowing in Lisbon, go to Faro

"Sim, sim," said the man excitedly, trying to restrain his dog from eating the remnants of our bread and cheese picnic on the battlements of old town Faro.

"It is first time snow for 52 years," he continued. He looked up. "Tonight, maybe here," he said ominously.

Brilliant, we thought. We'd left Prague only 3 days before, enduring torrential rain in Sevilla, one day of moderately windy sunshine, and now this. Perfect.

But this wasn't Lisbon. It wasn't even Porto, where it snowed on the beach. It was Faro, the south of the country. We didn't see any snow, nor did we feel any snow. Beautiful hills, a predilection for yellow buildings, and a superb little pension were all that awaited us in this charming little town on the Algarve. It may not have been balmy, but we did eat great squid, drink delicious wine, and have both of them brought to us by the Portuguese version of Clark Kent.

posted by europhile @ 09:40