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Trip to Algarve (May 2017)

The Algarve, from Arabic الغرب‎‎ al-Gharb, "the West", that is, the west of Al-Andalus, is a mythical part of Europe, where the old continent turns into California, with flamboyant red coast crumbling under the weight of the Ocean to form a cathedral of sandy rocks, and where Portugal turns into water. It is a territory so remote from its land that Alfonso III called himself King of Portugal and the Algarve and that the Portuguese empire was called the United Kingdom of Portugal, Brazil and the Algarves. Even as of today, it is a place that looks out of its place and out of its time.

The Algarve is to Portugal what Andalusia is to Spain. It kept for itself a taste of its previous rulers, that today manifests as a wilderness, and independence, a difference from the rest of the country, that makes it exotic and foreign, while at the same time familiar from its culture, gastronomy, language and everything that defines a country. It is like having Portugal in Africa, or Spain in the Maghreb. The main difference between the two is that the Algarve sits by the Ocean while Andalusia sits by the sea. This makes the former more savage, more tumultuous and more beautiful than its neighbour.

Faro

Faro is the capital of the Algarve. It is located not on the coast itself but is separated from the Ocean by what the western part of the Iberian peninsula calls a Ria, an incursion of the waters into the land that is too big for a river but too small to be a sea. Looking at a Ria's tides makes you feel the sea breathing more clearly than feeling your own lungs. The transformations of the panorama covered by a Ria is one of the sights of the natural wonders in Europe. The Ria of Faro is called Ria Formosa.

Faro has a small airport, ridiculously close to the city, with planes glazing over the roofs in a painful constant reminder of the exaggeratedly touristic attendance of the area.

This is how you enter the old city centre, through the Arco da Vila, that still hosts Muslim walls and roofs, the best way to slip between two worlds.
The Arco da Vila from behind, with its cegonhas. Note the Portuguese guitar adorning the building.
Camilo on top, on his way to meet the stork still guarding the medieval walls.
João Cuña, playing the Portuguese guitar in duo with himself.
Julia captivated by this strange performance.
Now walking by the Ria Formosa, with the movil de botones in hands.
The streets of old Faro.
Portugal as you imagine it.
Relaxing on the hotel (Faro)'s terrace by night.
Portuguese gastronomy: starters.
Fish and Elena's peculiar saffron dish, which she didn't like so we had to swap.
Extra-muros. Let's stay focused.
In the Cathedral, unsettling detail of a statue.
Details of a retable, a cheeky angel.
Beautiful carved scene, I believe on ivory. Notice how the penitent thief seems to touch with tenderness the soldier giving the Posca to Jesus.
The roofs of Faro, here the municipal museum.
The new city and its marina on the other side of the medieval walls...
that also keep outside the Ria Formosa, itself keeping outside the Ocean.

Culatra island

The Ocean is separated from the land by a natural sea wall of sandy beaches. Most of these are unhabited. One is, Culatra island, with three villages that looks like the last villages at the end of the World. They are mainly at the hand of Europe... We had there a great tasting session of Oysters, cultivated from the Ria, with Vinho Verde. Culatra is the sort of place you'd imagine retiring yourself, far from everything else, to forget and be forgotten by the rest of the planet.

View from the lighthouse. Right is the ocean, left is the Ria. The village is Farol. Culatra stands behind Elena.
An island of fishermen.
Trying to fish the Atlantic.

The Coast

The most beautiful of the Algarve is its coast. It is famous for its orange, peach, reddish beaches, that you would otherwise imagine exist only by the HWY1, and its turquoise waters that you expect in the Caribeans or Polynesian atolls.

The way Portugal ends, in the Cabo de São Vicente: cliffs opening to the ocean.
Julia holding tight.
Safer view in mummy's arms and from the lighthouse complex.
Where there is a giant chair.
The vegetation of these places that mix rocks and the ocean.
Camilo and clouds.
Julia and the Pedra das Gaivotas.
On the beach.
Cold waters.
The heavenly Praia da Figueira.
The colours of the Algarve.
Looking for a way through.
A river in the sand.
Camilo in company of loneliness.
The fort of Lagos.
The coast nearby Benagil.
The coastal path here is very "Algarvy".
With beaches in between.
A rock forgotten in the sea.
Elena on the rim.
The Alfanzina lighthouse.
Typical topography of the area, where the water carves rocks like a spoon the rusk.
Here it teamed with rainwater to carve a whole hole through.
Julia not doing much walking on account of her young age.
Camilo trodding on a gigantic cave. Does he even know?
This time in a man-made window opened in the cliff.
Typical beach of the Algarve.

On the Spanish side of Faro

Still in Portugal, but close to the Spanish frontier, one gets to see a smaller version of the Ria, where the ocean is only symbolically separated from the land by beautiful sandy beaches. We went up to Cacela Veha, a quiet and small village with breathtaking views of the end of Europe and where the sun is pointing at the New World with its sunsets.

The church of Santa Maria do Castelo.
Two years spent by Tavira's river.
Cacela Veha.
A quiet village close to the Spanish frontier.
With a reduced version of the Ria.
Here he ocean is licking the coast almost directly.

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+The ''Algarve'', from Arabic الغرب‎‎ al-Gharb, "the West", that is, the west of Al-Andalus, is a mythical part of Europe, where the old continent turns into California, with flamboyant red coast crumbling under the weight of the Ocean to form a cathedral of sandy rocks, and where Portugal turns into water. It is a territory so remote from its land that Alfonso III called himself ''King of Portugal and the Algarve'' and that the Portuguese empire was called ''the United Kingdom of Portugal, Brazil and the Algarves''. Even as of today, it is a place that looks out of its place and out of its time.
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+The ''Algarve'' is to [[Portugal]] what [[Andalusia]] is to [[Spain]]. It kept for itself a taste of its previous rulers, that today manifests as a wilderness, and independence, a difference from the rest of the country, that makes it exotic and foreign, while at the same time familiar from its culture, gastronomy, language and everything that defines a country. It is like having Portugal in Africa, or Spain in the Maghreb. The main difference between the two is that the Algarve sits by the Ocean while Andalusia sits by the sea. This makes the former more savage, more tumultuous and more beautiful than its neighbour.
 = Faro =
-Faro is the capital of the Algarve. It has a small airport, ridiculously close to the city, with planes glazing over the city in a painful constant reminder of the exaggeratedly touristic attendance of the area.
+Faro is the capital of the Algarve. It is located not on the coast itself but is separated from the Ocean by what the western part of the Iberian peninsula calls a ''Ria'', an incursion of the waters into the land that is too big for a river but too small to be a sea. Looking at a Ria's tides makes you feel the sea breathing more clearly than feeling your own lungs. The transformations of the panorama covered by a Ria is one of the sights of the natural wonders in [[Europe]]. The Ria of Faro is called ''Ria Formosa''.
+Faro has a small airport, ridiculously close to the city, with planes glazing over the roofs in a painful constant reminder of the exaggeratedly touristic attendance of the area.
 <gallery perrow=3 widths=200px>
 File:Faro-May2017-1.jpg|This is how you enter the old city centre, through the [https://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arco_da_Vila Arco da Vila], that still hosts Muslim walls and roofs, the best way to slip between two worlds.
 File:Faro-May2017-2.jpg|The ''Arco da Vila'' from behind, with its ''cegonhas''. Note the Portuguese guitar adorning the building.
-File:Faro-May2017-4.jpg|[[Camilo]] on top, on his way to meet the stork.
+File:Faro-May2017-4.jpg|[[Camilo]] on top, on his way to meet the stork still guarding the medieval walls.
 File:Faro-May2017-6.jpg|[http://www.recitalguitarraportuguesa.com João Cuña], playing the Portuguese guitar in duo with himself.
 File:Faro-May2017-5.jpg|[[Julia]] captivated by this strange performance.
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 File:Faro-May2017-7.jpg|The streets of old Faro.
 File:Faro-May2017-8.jpg|Portugal as you imagine it.
-File:Faro-May2017-11.jpg|Relaxing on the hotel (Faro)'s terrace.
+File:Faro-May2017-11.jpg|Relaxing on the hotel (Faro)'s terrace by night.
 File:Faro-May2017-9.jpg|Portuguese gastronomy: starters.
 File:Faro-May2017-10.jpg|Fish and Elena's peculiar saffron dish, which she didn't like so we had to swap.
-File:Faro-May2017-18.jpg|Extra-muros.
+File:Faro-May2017-18.jpg|Extra-muros. Let's stay focused.
-File:Faro-May2017-12.jpg|In the Cathedral, detail of a statue.
+File:Faro-May2017-12.jpg|In the Cathedral, unsettling detail of a statue.
 File:Faro-May2017-13.jpg|Details of a retable, a cheeky angel.
-File:Faro-May2017-14.jpg|Beautiful carved scene, I believe on ivory.
+File:Faro-May2017-14.jpg|Beautiful carved scene, I believe on ivory. Notice how the penitent thief seems to touch with tenderness the soldier giving the Posca to [[Jesus]].
 File:Faro-May2017-17.jpg|The roofs of Faro, here the municipal museum.
 File:Faro-May2017-16.jpg|The new city and its marina on the other side of the medieval walls...
-File:Faro-May2017-15.jpg|that also keep outside the Ria Formosa.
+File:Faro-May2017-15.jpg|that also keep outside the Ria Formosa, itself keeping outside the Ocean.
 </gallery>
 = Culatra island =
+The Ocean is separated from the land by a natural sea wall of sandy beaches. Most of these are unhabited. One is, Culatra island, with three villages that looks like the last villages at the end of the World. They are mainly at the hand of Europe... We had there a great tasting session of Oysters, cultivated from the Ria, with ''Vinho Verde''. Culatra is the sort of place you'd imagine retiring yourself, far from everything else, to forget and be forgotten by the rest of the planet.
 <gallery perrow=3 widths=200px>
-File:Culatra-island-May17-1.jpg
+File:Culatra-island-May17-1.jpg|View from the lighthouse. Right is the ocean, left is the Ria. The village is ''Farol''. Culatra stands behind Elena.
-File:Culatra-island-May17-2.jpg
+File:Culatra-island-May17-3.jpg|An island of fishermen.
-File:Culatra-island-May17-3.jpg
+File:Culatra-island-May17-2.jpg|Trying to fish the Atlantic.
 </gallery>
 = The Coast =
+The most beautiful of the Algarve is its coast. It is famous for its orange, peach, reddish beaches, that you would otherwise imagine exist only by the [[Trip_on_the_hwy_1_(2012)|HWY1]], and its turquoise waters that you expect in the Caribeans or Polynesian atolls.
 <gallery perrow=3 widths=200px>
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 File:Algarve-May2017-4.jpg|Safer view in mummy's arms and from the lighthouse complex.
 File:Algarve-May2017-3.jpg|Where there is a giant chair.
-File:Algarve-May2017-5.jpg|The vegetation of the places that mix rocks and the ocean.
+File:Algarve-May2017-5.jpg|The vegetation of these places that mix rocks and the ocean.
 File:Algarve-May2017-6.jpg|[[Camilo]] and clouds.
 File:Algarve-May2017-7.jpg|Julia and the ''Pedra das Gaivotas''.
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 File:Algarve-May2017-14.jpg|Camilo in company of loneliness.
 File:Algarve-May2017-15.jpg|The fort of Lagos.
-File:Algarve-May2017-16.jpg|Benagil.
+File:Algarve-May2017-16.jpg|The coast nearby Benagil.
 File:Algarve-May2017-17.jpg|The coastal path here is very "Algarvy".
 File:Algarve-May2017-18.jpg|With beaches in between.
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 File:Algarve-May2017-25.jpg|Here it teamed with rainwater to carve a whole hole through.
 File:Algarve-May2017-24.jpg|Julia not doing much walking on account of her young age.
-File:Algarve-May2017-26.jpg|Camilo trodding on a gigantic cave.
+File:Algarve-May2017-26.jpg|Camilo trodding on a gigantic cave. Does he even know?
 File:Algarve-May2017-27.jpg|This time in a man-made window opened in the cliff.
 File:Algarve-May2017-28.jpg|Typical beach of the Algarve.
+</gallery>
+= On the Spanish side of Faro =
+Still in Portugal, but close to the Spanish frontier, one gets to see a smaller version of the Ria, where the ocean is only symbolically separated from the land by beautiful sandy beaches. We went up to Cacela Veha, a quiet and small village with breathtaking views of the end of Europe and where the sun is pointing at the New World with its sunsets.
+<center><wz tip="The Roman bridge of Tavira.">[[File:Tavira-CacelaVeha-May2017-2.jpg|700px]]</wz></center>
+<gallery perrow=3 widths=200px>
+File:Tavira-CacelaVeha-May2017-1.jpg|The church of ''Santa Maria do Castelo''.
+File:Tavira-CacelaVeha-May2017-3.jpg|Two years spent by Tavira's river.
+File:Tavira-CacelaVeha-May2017-6.jpg|Cacela Veha.
+File:Tavira-CacelaVeha-May2017-7.jpg|A quiet village close to the Spanish frontier.
+File:Tavira-CacelaVeha-May2017-4.jpg|With a reduced version of the Ria.
+File:Tavira-CacelaVeha-May2017-5.jpg|Here he ocean is licking the coast almost directly.
 </gallery>