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about the Algarve Coast, Portugal…

It’s beautiful! Majestic! And a little cloudy. However, we made the most of it and our trip to the southern coast of Portugal, or Algarve Coast, was a success. We took a bus from Sevilla to Lagos Monday morning and spent the day in Lagos. The bus took about 5 hours and since we left in the morning we arrived just after noon in Lagos. Lagos is quaint, small, and do-able in about a day (especially if it’s cloudy). I’m not gonna lie, we were bummed that the sun decided not to come to Lagos today, I was really looking forward to some much needed beach time… It will have to wait. Tuesday we spent the day in Sagres and São Vincente. These two places are fan-tastic. Surrounded by imposing and dramatic cliffs the two towns were considered (wayyy back in the day) to be the edge of the world. Today they are the southwesternmost point in Europe. Henry the Navigator also lived, taught and died here. The day was beautiful and sunny, but windy, which is a little nerve-wrecking considering there is no protection or barriers to stop you if you happen to blow over the cliffs.

Wednesday, back in Lagos, was another cloudy day and we decided to leave early and head to Faro. I can’t say much about Faro as we arrived around 5 looked for 3 hours for a hostel and then, exhausted at 8, we tried to find a restaurant, supermarket, or any institution with edible items. No luck. I guess the ‘sevillano’ in us expected everything to still be open, not true. Thank goodness for globalization because, as much as I hate to say it, McDonald’s saved our lives. Yes, we ate McDonald’s in Faro… don’t judge. We stayed the night at Faro Lounge and were quite pleased with our stay (one thing to note is that they don’t speak a lot of English, which could be a problem for some people, G spoke to them most of the time in Portuguese). The next day was sunny, warm, and everything we hoped it would be. So we laid around Faro basking in the sun that we had been deprived from the previous three days. It was glorious. We arrived in Sevilla in the early evening and it felt good to be home…

Semana Santa is here…and I’m loving it… more to follow.

ps- more Portugal pics can be seen on my picasa page.

about the oranges in Sevilla…


Ok, so the post really isn’t about the oranges in Seville, because you actually don’t eat the oranges in Seville (how did I not know this?). However, the streets are full of trees bearing the little orange fruit and especially at this time of year (February) it is a wonderful time to walk the streets and smell the oranges (don’t tell, but I do eat the oranges, free food!).

I made Seville my home last September and haven’t looked back since (and yes, my Middle East posts were super delayed).  It has been a wonderful place and change. Before living here I recently lived in Phoenix (pop. 6 million), Buenos Aires (pop. 13 million), and Milan (pop. 1.5 million, but feels bigger!) and Seville is a nice change of pace (pop. 700,000). It is conveniently located in the south of Spain and has a wonderful, but sometimes frustrating, relaxed lifestyle and mentality. Later, Later… they say.

I have found a steady flow of private students and a school that I work a few hours for during the week. We have been able to visit Madrid, Granada, Cadiz, and Lisbon while we have lived here and it has been an extraordinary adventure rediscovering parts of Europe that I had not seen before. I shall write more posts about these places in the future, but for now I just simply want to catch up a bit so I am more motivated to write about current and future events in my life.

The Sevillanos (people from Seville) are an interesting folk. They are proud to be from Seville and I think if it was up to them would make it the capital of Spain. However, I think the responsibility of this would put them off in the end, because it would mean the loss of the 3-hour siesta in the afternoon. Despite this, Seville is a wonderful place to live with a high quality of life and full of content people. The cafes, tapas bars, children in matching clothing, spanish evening strolls, colorful buildings, love for all things with meat, cruzcampo, feria, flamenco, and their own way of speaking Spanish (i.e.- impossible to learn) makes Seville a haven for all things Spanish. And I’m loving it…

More to come.

Hasta Luego or in true ‘Sevillano’  Ha’uego!