I tried to be a good guest and mind my party manners, but the excitement was too much for me. I just had to “reblog” on here.
For someone who loves blue skies and the endless lapping of sea to shore, it’s hard to imagine a finer destination than the Algarve. Quite how fate brought me to this eastern edge of Portugal and a town called Tavira, I’m not entirely certain. What I do know is that I have no regrets, and as the years go by, I find new pleasures with each successive visit.
Tavira sits quietly astride the River Gilao, with her back to the hills, looking out across the broad expanse of salt marshes to the sea. Fishing boats line the quay, and in summer the ferry chugs out to the…
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