Last Day & Night in Tavira

The last day was a perfect finale to a fantastic time on the Algarve Coast. We finally bought a Bolinhas. Its this little slice of heaven in the form of a doughnut rolled in sugar. The best part of this snack are the two men who walk up and down the beach with baskets of them yelling Boooooooliiiiiiiiiiiiiiinhhhhhaaaaaaas, ALL. DAMN. DAY. It’s a running joke for most people who spend any time on the beach. Every now and then you randomly hear someone in town making fun of them.
Bolinha video I found on Youtube, it's perfect!!

After dinner, we went back to the scene of the crime the night before, The Mad Hatter. We had a minor drink up with our Brit friends one last time. I call it minor because “Rude” and “Delightful” weren’t there and no passed out in their clothes with snacks in their hand.
And I fed the most tame turtle known to humanity his final meal of bread, from me. Maria’s husband found him under his car at their farm; and, now he lives in the garden of the apartment. When he sees you, he follows you so you will give him bread. And, he only takes it from your hand. If you put the bread on the ground, he just crawls over it and keeps coming at your hand. He’s cute, but not seriously bright.

Bolinhaaaaaaas!

Ok . . .

Jill, Ian, Kisha, Me, and randoms at the Mad Hatter

ciao turtle!