Sanrio gracefully announce in a recently a Paris Hilton version of Hello Kitty doll. Only available in Japan. Makes the hoards of U.S. Paris Hilton fans filled with sadness and regret…until now. Sanrio make Paris Hilton Doll for American fans today because your heart are thirsting for wishness to be like Paris.

She realistically created with dress pulled up to show scary parts underneath when dancing in nightclub or showing offness to paparazzi of camera. Plincess Paris comes with two friends: Crabby and Tinklebell.

Tinklebell pup having sadness because she used as fashion accessory instead of like other dogs. Her wishness is to frolicsome in breezy meadow with refresh, but Paris not let her.

Crabby live under dress of Paris Hilton and enjoy happy time with plenty of air and sunshine. Paris like to shamelessly show Crabby off and one sees photos of him all over internet if one should look closely with braveness. Wishness of careful feeling of satisfaction beauty?

Please buy doll after acknowledgement of scornful. Your dreams come true in spirit of happy vapid.

So we finally made it to the beaches.

And it was truely worth the wait: Spain has a lot to learn (let alone Italy)…

1st of all, upon driving into the parking I was expecting the usual troll to pop up demanding a large amount of my holiday money for the privilege of leaving the car there for a couple of hours: NADA. Free-of-charge..

We then walked towards one of the cleanest beaches we’d ever seen; although this was October – which you couldn’t really call “High Season”, they seemed to drive over the beach every morning with a net-pulling tractor dragging away various bits of fould-smelling seaweed and hippies.

The daily rental of a (solid) umbrella + two sunbeds was only €10.

And the scenery…. Unbeatable!

The thing about the Algarve is that it is totalling crawling with creeks and beaches: I can’t imagine them ever being full, even in Summer, as there is so much space for everyone.

And “our” beach had an added touch: overlooking it was this wonderful seafood restaurant..

So it came to be the day after our arrival: the beach day..

After a copious breakfast of (nope: no octopus salad for breakfast) fresh fruit salad and just a teeny-tiny bit of bacon and eggs (which I swore whould be the absolute last time these holidays, and while sitting there gloriously digesting while debating which book I’d read today, someone mentioned “Hey, it’s wednesday. Isn’t there a Gipsy Market down the road?”……

Now when you’re on holiday with two teenagers who have already unsuccessfully scanned the area for potential playthings, the word “market” immediately suggests “Fake Dolce & Gabbana belts, fake Playboy bags, fake anything-which-has-got-a-label-on-it..”.

So off we went..

To be fair, there are some advantages though: Pina was able to purchase 73 handbags for the price you’d pay for one over here. And I took great delight in watching these German and British tourists buy bootleg DVDs while not knowing a word of Spanish, let alone Hindi…

And four hours later we were sitting in a delightful little seafood restaurant forking mouthfuls of…yes, you got it!

And the beach would still be there tomorrow, no?

After a perfectly 2 1/2 hour stress-free drive on an empty motorway, interrupted by a short stop to have our first octopus salad in a roadside café (where the clocks were also wrong, haha) we arrived at our hotel. The kids who had been moaning non-stop about the potential absence of kids their age, immediately stopped and stood there with their jaws drooping as we entered the appartment: tastefully decorated in Norwegian wood with a fully equipped kitchen (including microwave) and a seperate bedroom, the place was fantastic.

Apart from the toilet, maybe: I mean, do Portugese have square bums? Or is the majority of tourists afflicted with such an appendice? I then simply sighed and decided to grin and bear my predicament like a man…

We immediately went off to look for the nearest supermarket to stock up on the usual commodities (olives (bloody expensive at €1.80 a tin), crisps, booze, soft drinks, etc…) before going off for dinner which was excellent (yet another dish of octopus salad! ).

Everything had gone pretty damn well so far! I was already looking forward to the next day’s trip to the local beaches…

Stay tuned!