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From alentejo with love

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Land of strong Moorish influence, the Alentejo is the dream that we do not want to wake up, that is, if you do not decided to undertake the journey I choose.

I remember the first time I visited the Alentejo. I decided to do it backpacking with three friends, was an odyssey. Ulysses would be jealous of my trip, if he was in troubled; mine was even more challenging when traveling with very tight budget. And when I say tight, is almost nonexistent. Starting with the means of transport, which is the cheapest way to go to the Alentejo Coast out of Lisbon? Bus of course, after having crossed the river that looks like the sea in the tugboat, guess?
Once in Setubal, land of sweet wines and wonderful seafood at the time I could not pay, we enter the wonderful world of a trucking center graced by toxic fumes from the exhaust pipe and constant black powder. We caught the so call bus, was more a jalopy in need of immediate reform that simply stopped at all stops and when I say all, is all about every hundred feet away, a nightmare of stops and starts, and back to stop it only ended when we arrived at Porto Covo. After arriving to the paradise of choice, what happens? Our bed or the campsite in the center was full. It was too good to be true!
We had to walk a trail in the direction of another park that was nicely appointed, but because of the hallucinations caused by the sun, (the only plausible cause is found that for such idiocy), one of my friends decided we should cut through the seemingly harmless Alentejo hills. An epic journey that took twice as long and during which we were "attacked" by thistles dry mercilessly, spurts of blood from Mel Gibson movies, are nothing compare to our bloody legs.
One bad luck event is never single and after we arrived, tired and sunburned to our destination we had to wait for a vacancy. And at this point of the story, I have to make a small parenthesis, for us there was nothing more important at that moment than a tent in the shade and a bath. None. Now notice the allusion to the voyage of Ulysses? The tent was set up in the sun because all the trees (were few) were occupied and water for bathing was available only in the late afternoon.

Alentejo on track
The next morning awoke burning. At five-thirty in the morning it was already very hot inside the tent, a perfect excuse to go to the beach. This, people is the good part of the story. The Costa Vicentina is beautiful. Its white sandy beaches that emerges unexpectedly from the womb of rocks. The whitewashed houses dotting the landscape and the South wind gives us a warm welcome to one of the most magical places in Portugal. Praia Grande is such a paradise on earth, only interrupted by the annoying surfers drumming that accompanied us throughout our stay. You were specting Rui Veloso's music? So do I! Continuing, in the past been a favorite haunt of pirates, was the legend of an enchanted Portuguese Moorish who made this town the most visited of our country. The beach on the island of peach tree is difficult to reach on foot, of course, but the effort is worth it. It is almost an inhospitable place, with a deliciously wild and intense flavor of salt. Swimming in these waters is a challenge, although a little cold even in August, be careful with the waves. Neptune does not mess around.
One of my friends, the one with the mirage, decided to turn her back to the sea, a mistake, and was caught by a wave and lost her bathing suit, a process that can describe a cycle of a washing machine. And in the end we leave clean. Ahhh! I forgot to mention that the wave that caused the "disappearance" momentary my friend left a cut on her foot. So, I take the opportunity to speak of the people of Alentejo. The bandage took place in the only medic post there was in the village within a radius of several kilometers and I must say it was another adventure. The accent of the nurse was dense we left without understanding a word she said. All shook our heads in joyful unison while she spook followed by a gentle smile. Irresistible. The Alentejanos are genuine friendliness, a characteristic that is indeed the prerogative of the Portuguese from north to south, offer to help at any time and knowledgeable of the climate always provide water to prevent sunburn.

After this new adventure, nothing more comforting than Alentejo cuisine. The only of the entire trip and a delightful experience in the restaurant "The Stall", hope still exists. Clams at fisherman, a wonder. The sweets are based on almonds and a constant temptation. Notice to navigation, the coffee at the end of the meal is something that I not recommend with some vehemence, because of the limestone on the water; the flavor is intense and different to say the least. I stopped drinking coffee from day on. Nobody took it. There was a great deficit of caffeine in your bloodstream, which was only restored when we arrived at our destination of departure, Setubal.

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