A True Algarve Wedding

A True Algarve Wedding

The big day has finally arrived! The church bells were ringing. the suits being pressed, fascinators being adjusted (not mine), ties being knotted, and a screaming Bridezilla, high on champagne screaming at everyone. Yes! It was time for a wedding. A white, white...
Fish Are Eating My Parents’ Feet in the Algarve

Fish Are Eating My Parents’ Feet in the Algarve

Seriously, they were eating my parents’ feet, munching vigorously on their skin. But how? Let’s go back to the beginning. Still pleasantly shocked from the Glee Mafia Taxi after they dropped me off in Carvoeiro, Algarve, Portugal, I strode up to the...
Taxi Mafia in the Algarve

Taxi Mafia in the Algarve

I was so happy to leave depressing Lisbon behind as I travelled south on the train. South, you say? Why not north to Porto? Porto had great reviews and was actually meant to be better than Lisbon. I heard a lot of travel bloggers enjoyed the Travel Bloggers Unite...