I’ve been enchanted by the colors of Lisbon, but when my hosts offered to take me along to the beach in the region of Algarve in southern Portugal, the offer was one I couldn’t refuse.
The beach is only two minutes away from the apartment, and as I walk down with the family with my borrowed flip flops and beach towel, I soon learn the rhythm of the day:
And there is a lot of eating going on. Each night I find myself trying to find some hidden room in my stomach for the delicious dinner as I hear my host mom urging: “eat more”.
Yes, Maria. Thank you, Maria. I find a new mound of mashed potatoes on my plate.
One night after dinner my host sister offers to show me the town. We walk up and down the one Main Street of the tiny town, comfortable in the summer night air. Of course this occasion calls for ice cream.