Day 3 – Transition Day – Lisboa to Algarve

My Beloved had a difficult night. Not feeling well. 😦 The previously enjoyed meal contained hidden dangers. I am so grateful today is transition day. We had requested late check out the day before and we can see God’s direction in everything. We ventured to the lobby in search of gentle sustenance, hoping to give him enough strength, yet peace to have some rest before we create any more adventures for ourselves. Toast, tea, a little fruit, all carefully consumed. I, on the other hand enjoyed three bowls (please, I mean BOWLS) of delicious coffee served by the dining room attendant – hopefully he has served other Canadians before as I greedily indicated ‘more, per favore’ and ‘obrigaddo’. Unlimited coffee? Now this is going to be a good day! Grateful for extra time, we retreat – me to my new toy, a Blackberry Playbook, my Beloved to the sumptuous king bed for more needed rest.

When the time came to pack up, we asked the front desk to call our taxi, as we opted to not climb one more hill with a 100 pounds of luggage to get our rental car. We had ordered a VW convertible and it is a beauty! Hard top – slick with a manual transmission. With more GPS coordinates that the satellite contains and a free map (gasp, paper?) provided by Europecar, we hopped in, prayed and found myself adjusting to the very patient and polite (true) Lisbon traffic. We navigated out of town onto an expansive highway heading south to the Algarve – our next destination.

The highway is very wide – the area quite desolate (think 401 – esque or I – 90 ish). We stopped for a bite at the Portuguese version of a rest stop where fast food consisted on octopus and rice for my Beloved and Lasangha (PT spelling) and vegetables for me. It’s a very easy drive on the wide open highway and we drew many comparisons to our drive to North Carolina.

Once here in Porches, Algarve, our delightful beach town for the next week, we stopped at Intermarche (a local grocery store) to buy some food for a few meals. It’s always a highlight for me to experience foreign grocery stores and navigate through the abundance of beach bums (literally) and cheeses. Translating words to make sense of our choices is so satisfying. 100 euros later and we’re set to kick back and enjoy!

We found the directions provided by the owner easy to follow and in no time we were at our holiday location ( search 827) Por do Sol would become ‘home sweet home’ for the next week. Upon arrival, while trying to make sense out of phrases such as ‘lote’ – we mistakenly followed the instructions (or so we thought) regarding how to access the condo except that it felt like Goldilocks and the Three Bears – we entered the condo and saw shoes, clothing and other evidence of someone else living there! Oops – we successfully just accessed someone else’s apartment! We quickly scuttled out and our second attempt at finding the apartment upstairs was successful! Our lovely Portuguese condo is a fairly new build, beautifully appointed and so practical. Two balconies, stainless appliances and a resonably well set up kitchen will all make for a comfy stay at the ‘beach’.

We can see the glorious Atlantic from our apartment so we made a simple sauce, some pasta, sardine pate with fresh bread, peaches, and vinho verde (Portuguese green wine) and we watched the fluffy white clouds become pink while the fingernail moon rose higher over the sea – with heavy eyes and full tummies – we’ve had enough transition for one day. It’s time for bed.


About Diary of a Changed Woman

Living a blessed life in Canada with my husband on the beautiful shores of Lake Huron. I work as a Human Resources consultant to small business. I love my family - our grandchildren are the loves of my life. I'm a change agent personally and professionally. Change is what I'm about - no matter what!
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