The next stop was Évora. Évora is another very small town, but was very charming. It took us a while to find our hostel. Our GPS told us we were close, but couldn't quite get us there. We parked and got out and walked around. We asked people if they knew where the street was. They kind of pointed us in the direction that we had already looked and didn't know where to go. We were in a small town, so English was scarce. Finally we heard someone yelling out the window. We looked up and saw a man. He was the owner of the hostel and heard us talking. He let us in and we checked in. This was by far our most favorite hostel. 1. It was warm. 2. We were practically the only ones there. 3. This man was the nicest man. He spoke several languages and loved meeting travellers. He just wanted us to sit and talk with him.
That night we looked around for a place to have coffee. We found a really cute place right near our hostel. Some had coffee. I had a glass of wine. There were chocolates and sweet pastries in the case. The signs in the restaurant told us, that this place served food so we decided to come back tomorrow.
The next day we walked around the town taking pictures. Évora, in my eyes, is a very typical Portugese town. It was small. There were people selling
castañas on the street. It was a very typical Sunday, similar to that in Spain. The only thing there is to do on Sundays is eat.
We walked around until we were frozen to the bones and our cameras were full of pictures. We went back to the cafe from the night before and got lunch. This was seriously the best lunch I've ever had. I got a ton of food for 6 euros. It was a marinated fish (not sure what kind) with rice and potatoes. The marinade that was on the fish soaked into the rice and potatoes and I ate the whole thing. We then had dessert and coffee and sat there for the rest of the evening. It was still really cold, windy and rainy. As we were leaving I was standing outside and an old man walked by. He asked if I knew Spanish and I said yes. He told me the wind was like a Spainard. It never stops blowing. We chuckled and he chuckled to himself all the way down the street. How cute.
The next day we were sad to leave our cozy hostel. We went to Faro. Faro is another beach town. We went to the beach and took some pictures and had a coffee by the ocean then we headed to Isla de Cristina. Our Portugal journey was about to take us back to Spain.
The next stop was Évora. Évora is another very small town, but was very charming. It took us a while to find our hostel. Our GPS told us we were close, but couldn't quite get us there. We parked and got out and walked around. We asked people if they knew where the street was. They kind of pointed us in the direction that we had already looked and didn't know where to go. We were in a small town, so English was scarce. Finally we heard someone yelling out the window. We looked up and saw a man. He was the owner of the hostel and heard us talking. He let us in and we checked in. This was by far our most favorite hostel. 1. It was warm. 2. We were practically the only ones there. 3. This man was the nicest man. He spoke several languages and loved meeting travellers. He just wanted us to sit and talk with him.
That night we looked around for a place to have coffee. We found a really cute place right near our hostel. Some had coffee. I had a glass of wine. There were chocolates and sweet pastries in the case. The signs in the restaurant told us, that this place served food so we decided to come back tomorrow.
The next day we walked around the town taking pictures. Évora, in my eyes, is a very typical Portugese town. It was small. There were people selling castañas on the street. It was a very typical Sunday, similar to that in Spain. The only thing there is to do on Sundays is eat.
We walked around until we were frozen to the bones and our cameras were full of pictures. We went back to the cafe from the night before and got lunch. This was seriously the best lunch I've ever had. I got a ton of food for 6 euros. It was a marinated fish (not sure what kind) with rice and potatoes. The marinade that was on the fish soaked into the rice and potatoes and I ate the whole thing. We then had dessert and coffee and sat there for the rest of the evening. It was still really cold, windy and rainy. As we were leaving I was standing outside and an old man walked by. He asked if I knew Spanish and I said yes. He told me the wind was like a Spainard. It never stops blowing. We chuckled and he chuckled to himself all the way down the street. How cute.
The next day we were sad to leave our cozy hostel. We went to Faro. Faro is another beach town. We went to the beach and took some pictures and had a coffee by the ocean then we headed to Isla de Cristina. Our Portugal journey was about to take us back to Spain.
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