The next day, back in our little car, we headed to Lagos, a city with a bustling marina and lots to explore. Along the way, we stopped to see Farol de Alfanzina, the lighthouse at Cavoeiro. This red-domed beacon sits above a sea cave carved into sandstone cliffs. We walked down to Praia do Carvalho, part of the Route of the Seven Hanging Valleys, to explore the cave and marvel at the beach.
After three days in Lisbon, my brave friend Katherine rented the smallest car we could find and drove us down the coast to the Algarve region, which is the southern most part of the country.
Think of it this way: if the whole country of Portugal is a face in profile looking west and Lisbon is its nose, Algarve would be its chin.
At the beginning of April, I took a 9-day trip to Portugal with my dear and long-time friend Katherine. It was originally her idea; it was never on my radar and I wasn’t jonesing to go, so she kinda had to persuade me. The first big wonder: WHY DID I NOT KNOW how marvelous Portugal is?
accidental goddess 