I went to Lagos with the idea that I would spend time reflecting on life and my seven months in Spain. As it turns out, you don't go to one of the most touristic places in Portugal to do this. Traveling to me means trying to connect with the locals and in a beach town filled with northern Europeans this is hard to do, but still possible. I am impressed by how kind Portuguese people are.1) Grocery store girl: Everyday she happily cut 8 slices of lunch meat and 4 slices of cheese for my simple lunch that I would bring to the beach. I have never seen anybody take so much care and pride in doing her work and all this for a guy who can't speak Portuguese and was buying a total of 2 dollars worth of food.
2) Old man Portugal: Next to the hostel I stayed at there was a tiny hole in the wall store that I would buy my snacks and cold beverages from (beer). This "store" was run by an ancient man with wind whipped leathery skin and few teeth. As I paid for my items, he would slowly count out my change in Portugues as if I was getting 100 Euros in change back instead of 1.50. After he said, "Obrigado" or Thank you I return his thank you and do what I often do when I don't have the vocab to explain myself, give a big smile. :)
There are more examples that I can give but that will do for now. I meet a million people at my hostel, mostly Australians and Canadians, and I got some major sun and beach time in which was nice. Enjoy the pictures, LEIF. CLICK HERE FOR LAGOS PICS
2 comments:
YEAH! i love all the pictures. feels like yesterday that ben and i met each other in that amazingly beautiful place. i love it that you got to spend some time there. i'm looking forward to chatting with you about it and all the other places you've been.
I'm impressed by your photo linking... I have NO idea how to do that sort of thing...
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