Albufeira

Yesterday was my first full day in Portugal. I am staying around 4km outside of old town Albufeira but I was keen to go and see what the town had to offer.

Whilst there were the options of getting a bus from the hotel at 10am, or a local taxi, I decided to walk instead.

I often find that we are so busy focusing on where we want to end up, that we fail to notice what’s on our doorstep, or in the surrounding area (something that can be said in all areas of life, and not just during travel!). Walking gives us a real opportunity to see what’s around.

Having never been abroad in February before, it was hard to know what to expect weather wise, and equally hard knowing what to pack. Whilst the days can be warm in the February sun, the nights can still be quite cold.

The weather was looking great yesterday, so I headed out in a thin jumper, T-shirt and jeans.

The walk into Albufeira isn’t the prettiest, and whilst the road takes you close to the coastline, you can’t see the sea until you reach Albufeira itself.

However, it gave me the opportunity to see where the Albufeira ‘strip’ is (I don’t think it matters where in Europe you are, if you’ve seen one party area, you’ve seen them all!), and to be grateful that I wasn’t spending my week there. Don’t get me wrong, I love a night out, and maybe I’m being very stereotypical here, but they just seem to be tackier versions of the clubs we have back home, with the main aim being to get so drunk you are sick, and to end up in a bed that isn’t your own. Spending all that money doing what you could be doing back home, seems a bit daft to me, or perhaps it’s just me getting old!

It took me around 50 minutes to walk into town, and when I arrived, I wasn’t disappointed.

Albufeira Old Town – all photos in this blog post are my own
Albufeira Old Town
Albufeira Old Town

By this point the weather was really warming up. Off came the jumper, along with thoughts of, why didn’t I pack any lighter trousers!?!

I’ve barely seen a cloud in the sky so far, and when you’re in the sun, even at this time of year, it’s hot enough to make this gingernut start to change colour (of course I mean red rather than a nice glowing golden brown!).

Once I arrived, I decided to take a walk straight up into the old town. It wasn’t quite lunchtime, so I had some time to explore before I needed to start looking for a pit stop. As I walked into the old town, there were signs that read Miradouro, which means viewpoint in English. I began to follow these signs to see where they lead.

Once I reached the Miradouro, there were spectacular views that looked over the bay.

From the Miradouro, I could’ve taken the lift down to the beach. However, I decided to keep walking as I had spotted the signs for the marina ahead.

I was quite conscious as I walked towards the marina that there were fewer tourists along this route. So I made the decision to walk to the next Miradouro and then head back into the old town to find somewhere to grab some lunch.

On my way back, instead of walking through the old town, I headed down to the beach.

The beaches here really are stunning. Everywhere I have been so far has been spotlessly clean. The sands are golden and pebble free, barely a sign of any rubbish or even seaweed lying strewn across the sands.

I wished I had worn my sandals instead of my trusted Nike trainers, so off they came, allowing my feet to breath and to enjoy the feeling of the sand between my toes.

As I got closer to the main hub of restaurants along the seafront, I decided to head off to find somewhere for lunch.

One of the many perks of holidaying in February means that it’s easy to get into restaurants at any time of day! I managed to get a table in the sunshine, in the first restaurant I stumbled upon. After an offer from the waiter to join me for lunch (I turned him down of course, but it was very flattering to get the offer), I settled down to look through the menu choices and to read my book.

Before coming to Portugal, I had read that they are big on their fish, especially sardines. I had never eaten fresh sardines before, but decided to give them a go. I hadn’t expected them to arrive with their heads on, and I had no idea which parts to eat, and what not to eat! But after a quick google, I tucked into them, loving every bite. Afterwards, I washed them down with one of my favourite cocktails, an icy cold Caipirinha.

After lunch, it was time to walk off those sardines with the walk back to my hotel, in time to spend a couple of hours by the pool and finishing the day off nicely in the indoor sun heated pool ☀️

11 Comments Add yours

  1. Vanessa says:

    Here’s to a good laugh. First, I would never eat sardines and I frankly haven’t figured out how people do eat them, either with their heads on or off. How did you do it? 😂 Second, what kind of waiter is that?! I would run with him and he wouldn’t know where he did come from 😂 Third, I would end up regretting about clothing too… and fourth if you say the road was ugly, I would probably say it was VERY, VERY ugly 😂😂 When arriving to those beaches though… I would forget everything 😄 Have you found expats there?

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    1. Becky says:

      😂😂 that did make me laugh 😂😂 maybe sardines aren’t as traditional as I thought? They were actually scrumptious! I didn’t eat the head, or the tail and I took out the spine as otherwise there were just far too many bones, but aside from that they were super delicious 😊🇵🇹 haha I don’t mind a waiter like that 😉 but I made sure he knew it was just a table for one I was looking for 😂 the clothing thing has been a complete nightmare! Definitely should’ve packed some lighter more summery clothing as the weather has been truly fab ☀️☀️☀️ haha the road wasn’t that ugly, just touristy! Lots of hotels and apartments. No scenic view. The beaches are truly stunning! I will post some more photos later on today or tomorrow once I am back in cold London 😣 there are loads of English/Americans/Dutch here! That’s kinda the bit I don’t like though! Hardly any natives!

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      1. Vanessa says:

        Oh yes, sardines are very traditional… guess I’m just not a traditional Portuguese 😂 I admire your sardine skills, truly!!! ✊🏻 I am PROUD of you 🇵🇹😄 Your pictures are gorgeous, it has been lovely to see and read. It’s interesting to see how architecture changes across the country. I always joke saying the south (Algarve) is owned and run by foreigners 😄🙈

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  2. Pamela Greaves says:

    😎xxx

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