A look back at my 1000+ mile trip through Portugal continues…
The southernmost region of Portugal is called Algarve, and that was my ultimate destination after leaving the seaside village of Nazaré, driving through Albcobaça and Évora. It was about a 4-hour drive, not including stops (and missing exits!) I drove through miles and mile–wait, I was in Europe–kilometers and kilometers–with hectares and hectares–of vineyards and olive trees.
My 2-night stop was at the Westin Algarve Salgados Beach Resort, a beautiful property on the Mediterranean. And although my room was fantastic and the grounds were impeccable, there were a few maintenance issues with my room. And for food, only the lobby bar area was open my first night. Sadly, although we were far from the busy season, it was clear the staff was completely unprepared, perhaps even untrained.
The old town of Albufeira was a quick Uber ride away, and I spent an afternoon walking up and down the narrow streets that were packed with souvenir shops, bars and restaurants. It reminded me of Bourbon Street in New Orleans, just a tourist trap, but with a lot less charm and no good music (except for one local street performer.)
I almost booked a hotel in Albufeira, and I’m so glad I didn’t. If it was this noisy in the off-season, I can’t even imagine what the busy season would be like, especially in the evening when the real loud partying begins.
I was glad to say I visited, but I was also glad to leave. Perhaps the least attractive and least inviting part of my entire trip.
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