I’ve been in Portugal for just over 24 hours and have already fallen in love with the country – and, I’ve yet to leave the quaint little town of Faro.
Faro is everything I would expect it to be. Brian and I have spent half of our time wandering the streets and skinny alleyways which are covered in smooth, light-colored cobblestones. I was excited for the sun, though it has yet to break through the clouds. Nevertheless, even when overcast (and 17 degrees Celsius!), Faro feels far more brighter than Ireland or Edinburgh. I can’t wait for the sunlight.
We arrived yesterday – Sunday – to find the streets of Faro essentially deserted; nearly all the shops and cafes we came across were closed. When we saw our friend Cat in Edinburgh, she told us that the Spanish celebrate Christmas on January 6th. My thought was that the Portuguese also celebrate Christmas on this day. When I was ordering beers at a bar/cafe yesterday, I asked the man behind the bar if today was some sort of a holiday. He looked at me somewhat perplexed – in part, maybe because of the language barrier – but, in part I guess also because of the apparent absurdity of my question. “No,” the man told me, “it’s just Domingo.”
I could get used to Domingo in Portugal.