We chose to spend New Year’s Eve “at home”, with take-away food and a fight against our internal clock to stay awake until midnight, a fight we lost by about an hour even though the bubble was on cooling and we woke up to the sound of bombs and rockets at midnight.
It was probably a real party yesterday because when we decided to drive to Tavira this morning, we were pretty much alone out, both in the villages and on the roads.
I read somewhere that Tavira is the most beautiful town on the Algarve coast but after visiting Faro and being quite disappointed my expectations were not very high and I admit, I was wrong. The town, which is older than old, has clear traces of Roman times and the Moors but as the simple man that I am, I chose to wander around the narrow alleys, look at the orange/lemon trees with the fruit in full bloom, enjoy the sun and above all enjoy life instead of burying myself in history. Everything here feels taken care of and if you compare it to Faro it is like night and day, of course there are abandoned houses and graffiti here too but not at all to the same extent. No matter how I turn and twist it, Tavira makes me want to just get lost in the alleys and back streets while Faro made me be a little wary of which alley you entered. There was probably a big party yesterday because when we decided to drive to Tavira this morning we were pretty much alone out, both in the villages and on the roads.
I heard that Tavira is also the octopus capital, whether it’s true or not I’ll leave it unsaid but I had grilled octopus for lunch and even though it took almost an hour to get it to the table due to a mess in the kitchen, it was worth the wait, absolutely delicious!