We flew Ryanair to Faro for a few days the week between Christmas and New Year. Surprisingly, we had a reservation at a hostel but showed up to find it locked. Someone at a store nearby told us that family always goes out of town for the holidays / shocked that we had a reservation there. Some guy passing by (I think he was hanging out waiting for people like us) had a hostel and took us there.
At least it had a nice rooftop!
We dropped our stuff and went to walk around
That night, I had roasted chestnuts rolled in salt for the first time, and it was amazing! Luckily, my friend spoke a little bit of broken Portuguese, because I didn’t know any at the time.
We had a great holiday here and enjoyed the little town, despite the fact many parts of it were obviously suffering in the economic crisis.
The next morning we walked along the water front to visit some ruins.
After this, visited the bone church, which was awesome.
The next day, we rented a car and drove west along the coast of what’s called The Algarve, stopping in Portimão and then continuing to the SW corner of Portugal in Sagres at this cool castle.
The next day, we were off early to drive through Spain to Portugal. It was a nice 3 days in Faro. Lots of people on our flight were going to The Algarve for fancy resorts and to play golf. We were probably the only people who stayed a hostel where we saw a white girl from Scotland claim to be a Witch Doctor, try to perform a magic dance to cure some guy’s cold, and then she didn’t even know Gibraltar is part of the UK.
You don’t get those experiences at a golf course, that’s for sure!
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