This morning I explored the old part of town, fuelled by strong coffee and a pastel de nata.
The cathedral was closed, but the square was buzzing. A large screen with chairs around was broadcasting from inside. A red carpet went around from the nearby museum and it was lined with scouts on guard. The new Bishop of the Algarve was having a special service and as I stood by the red carpet he came along and as he did with many in the crowd, he shook my hand.
It feels weird, Portugal uses cash! It makes you realise how horrible it has all become that we just tap our cards all the time.
After lunch I wondered through town and came across the Chapel of Bones. When the cemeteries were all full 1245 monks were ‘buried’ to make the chapel. It’s full of skulls and bones and is weirdly fascinating.
I’d left my wallet in the hotel so had no cash, so when the ticket collector said cash only I retreated, only to be called back by the Welsh couple behind me who wanted to pay for my ticket.
Wow it feels good so be travelling again after so long!
I do love Brits abroad, especially the woman who was standing behind me in the passport queue arriving at Faro Airport. She said loudly, someone smells of garlic and shouldn’t be breathing so much.
Well it was me, I cooked a lovely steak last night with lots of garlic and butter. Crikey she’ll have a problem with tapas and other wonderful local food.
Welcome to Portugal!