Portugal: Part #3

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?