Tavira

Tavira is a pretty quiet town and really a place to just hang out in the sun, eat, drink, and people watch. Really, it’s what I’m all about. Kisha arrived on Saturday after a horrendous 24 hours of traveling full of customs lines, missed trains, etc. She was a total trooper when we finally met up at 8:30 that night. We promptly cracked a bottle of wine then headed out for dinner. The wait staff was hilarious and the outside tables were in front of an Irish karaoke bar. Too funny!!!

So we’ve just been drinking lots of wine, eating seafood, laughing on the beach, and getting numb in the frigid Atlantic. And Adonis apparently lives right next door to us. As we were heading back to shower before dinner, this blue-eyed specimen of deliciousness walked out his door and we both stopped and said “Whaaaaat!” Oh yes, he will be OUR husband!

Oh, and someone might have made out with a German at the train station, but I'm not saying who.

caipirinhas on the beach

some giant nasty faced fish in the case outside of a beach restuarant. An octopus' tentacle is on it's eye. . .nasty.

sign into the park

I love this park with all its guady nonsense

yay bandstand

yay bandstand at night with its green fountains

village streets