Coming from Mallorca and Madrid, this was such a laid back city in comparison. My friend from San Diego and I laid in the sand most of our trip, and swam when we could. The city seemed so deserted, and we eventually found out that this city consists mainly of college students, and they were out for the Summer. Being in Portugal, I had to try my favorite Portuguese egg tart. Although quite pricey, it did not disappoint. A man approached me to ask me about my tattoos. I only had two back then, but it was enough to draw attention wherever I went. We ended up having sangria with him by the beach, and as we tried to take the bus back to our hostel, he insisted to take us back, an offer we did not take. After Mallorca, I just simply did not have the energy to deal with whatever could’ve came, had it gone bad.
Edible marzipan figures
Took a bite out of the Portuguese egg tart
Fresh eel at the fish market
The men here are comfortable with wearing short shorts, and are all leathery-tan. This was 2012.
This was me trying to take a dip in the ocean as the waves were about to swallow me whole. I felt it pulling me back as I was trying to get out, and I saw that it just towered over me.
This was a picture of the waves crashing over me. I did not know which way was what. I couldn’t get to the top, and for a few seconds of utter panic, I felt like I was drowning.
This was me finally getting out, gasping for breath. As you can see, I got a lot tanner than I was before.