Anyone planning a move to Portugal should not be inclined to kid themselves that they will suddenly have all the time in the world to paint, sunbathe, swim, cook, or any of the other things that form “the dream.” Life still gets in the way, even here in the Algarve where, at least at the moment, the sun DOES shine every day
Since my last post, we have both had a nasty bout of food poisoning, conveniently within two days of unexpectedly moving house, and the day before we had to pop back to London to earn some money. How we went from a high fever and all manner of unspeakable symptoms to sitting on a plane back to Gatwick the following day I will never know, but we managed it, and spent a whirlwind six days back in “the smoke,” chasing pound notes and remembering what our old life was like.
Back in Portugal, the weather has finally arrived and it has been wonderful to finally start enjoying all of the things we looked forward to for so long – delicious food (though perhaps not quite as adventurous as before the food poisoning incident,) evenings on the terrace with a barbeque and walks in the sunshine. We are finally picking up a bit of a tan and it’s nice to know that next time we go back to England people won’t say,” I thought you lived in Portugal, you don’t have much of a tan?”
We spent a hectic weekend buying plants and bits and pieces for our new home, feeling far more settled knowing we will be here for at least a year. A few frustrations occurred: it was easy to buy the beautiful Weber barbeque I had lusted after for so long but a lot less easy to find the gas bottle, which involved touring most of the petrol stations along the length of the Algarve, a lot of waving arms, shaking heads and shrugging (three actions which anyone who lives in Portugal see a lot of when trying to achieve anything even slightly complicated.)
We also fell out of love with Continente, our largest local supermarket. We have now been in several times and not even been able to get the basics to construct a meal – I will refrain from ranting but I really don’t see the point in maintaining such long opening hours when half of the time you are sold out of the essentials…..and I can confidently say there wasn’t a Portugal-wide shortage of both peppers and potatoes, as Pingo Doce had plenty at the time. It is good in a way as we are now committed to shopping at the local market all the time instead of falling back on the lazy convenience of the supermarket – an English habit which we unwittingly brought here with us.
We did manage to fit in a quick drive along the Algarve and visited the beautiful west-facing beach of Praia De Gale, a great spot for sunsets. We were fiercely hungry and took a seat at Pedras Amarelas – a beachfront restaurant we had seen there before. The place is very overpriced and clearly aimed at the tourists, but we were desperate to eat and they had a table in the sun. We will not be visiting again as after 25 minutes they had not managed to give us a menu or even acknowledge our presence. This turned out rather well as we ended up in a far less pretentious beach cafe at the other end of the beach where we enjoyed a delicious light lunch of bread, olives, big fresh clams and vinho verde. A splendid afternoon.
Now we have moved house, done our last work trip for a little while and got our house in order, in all respects, we hope to establish a bit more of a routine – and that includes getting back to my regular blog updates. Hopefully the sun will keep shining and I can write more about food, wine and beaches and less of stress, mould and food poisoning. Only time will tell
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