In depth recounting of my global wandering
Portugal, as I’ve written, isn’t a very big country. I’d checked the GPS Monday night and the drive from Tavira in the far southeast to Lisbon on the central western coast needed less than three hours. This left me plenty …
The final post in my Olympic Cities series is satirically titled, If it’s on the internet it must be true because while the internet can be a font of truly enlightening information, it is simultaneously a cesspit filled with falsehoods …
Lagos to Tavira. Through this point in the trip I’d used Portugal’s highway system of A and N roads for my intercity driving. Today, I’d leave Lagos for Tavira in the Eastern Algarve with an intermediate stop in the region’s …
This post is something of an intermezzo. The entry that follows this one will take us across the Algarve through Faro to Tavira but today, I’m going to pause in recounting my travels for a little something different. And, rather …
Yes, I realize today’s title reference is a long stretch off a short musical pun but it’s what I do and, truth be told, I was at least a little afraid of once again driving in the old town. Fortunately, …