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How does one prepare for a 10-day-mid-August trip through hot Morocco? Adjusting to the heat to follow by sunbathing on the streets of Sevilla might help, and that we did.
Having left Lisbon late afternoon, we made camp on the banks of Guadiana river before sunset. Next morning we waved off Portugal after the village of Barrancos and made our way to Sevilla after checking out the view over the Aracena castle.
Once in Sevilla, we took the >
Beautiful at storms and after. Praia da Ursa wannabe. Way more accessible. The ocean-land fight is visible and ever undecided. Place of inner and outer exploration.
You find it west of Sintra and close to Almoçageme, cozied up between two hills. You find tunnels and grottoes and vertical cliff drops. The beach also suffers a sudden drop in the ocean, so if you wanna swim, you might wanna save it for a more safe environment.
Second time we ventured into the Atlantic (first time was in Azores), we sought out the beauties of Madeira. Not much of an effort actually, apart from the nifty-shifty weather. From afar and from close up, Madeira looks all around like the entrance to Moria. Either that or the Cloud Central Headquarters. In-between some temporary windows of clearer skies, off we went, exploring around.
First stop: Funchal centre – a sprawling city it what >
Many times I am asked if I like Lisbon. Thing is, I did not move here for the city (sorry, Lisbon!), rather for what Lisbon is in close proximity to. And Lisbon is close to a lot of nice places! So whenever I have a chance I get away from it, either North or South. Yup, those beaches, those cliffs! So besides Praia da Ursa, another spot to check out at least once is Azenhas do Mar, a village just west of Sintra. Cozy, quiet and quite >
I love all of you. All your shades. Every ray of light. You make me good and hopeful. I know you from before I remember. I cannot say how we found us. You keep me coming. You keep us. We come. We notice and respect all of you. All your flowers, all your grains and waves. All your sunsets. You are true and you let me rest. I lay my steps down towards your peace. I want to see what you see. Your name though does not suit you. Few names could. >
Nothing to see in Algarve, just vertigo-inducing cliffs all around, misty beaches like the ones at Beliche and Benagil, and old dormant villages. From Silves to Alvor and Sagres, from Albufeira to Portimão and Lagos. Just that. Have a go at it should you find that attractive enough.