The first time I traveled to Portugal and abroad ", it was a brat. Now, in the latter, I'm done, all a crock!. Between these points, of course, a lot of experience. That baptism
traveler, went with my parents, a few months earlier, that Franco died in 1975. I was just over five years. The tour consisted of making a journey, the journey that unites, Bayonne Porto, Viana do Castelo through and some other people, I can not remember. To my parents, an adventure, as this was the first time, they left their native land. For me, a vague recollection. I guess they, bought many sheets and towels, as was typical at the time, but to me, just come to my mind, brought to Spain, many kilos of coffee grounds, which was good and cheap (I guess that would come from the Portuguese colonies). Well. And also remember, how bad that led the Portuguese and that there was little, traffic signals. I was impressed, like Vietnam, I know today!.
My parents very involved politically in those troubled times, in fact, were more attracted by curiosity to behold, the effectiveness of the Revolution of the Laurels, which for anything else.
It took five years for the second raid in Portugal this time, to Lisbon and surroundings. My memories, this time, are more linked to childhood games and adventures, I enjoyed, with kids and kids of my age. Although, if I come to mind images of the beautiful Sintra, Jeronimos Monastery, the Casino Estoril or disturbing Hellmouth. And the most pleasant feeling: The smell of those delicious loaves of bread, small and tall, so typical of the neighboring country zampábamos us every morning with butter and jam. In our adventure this weekend, I was lucky, relive them with joy and passion!
Thing, due out at the audience, because returned the following year, but this time, the Algarve to enjoy days of incredible beaches, waves, unexplored caves, coves and game impossible target (such as it went, like a flying saucer). Picked shrimp ponds of the rocks, barnacles clinging to the cliffs and fantasized, with small and beautiful jellyfish, green or red, bell-shaped. Here began my love for the snorkel, which would continue, two years later, in the paradise of Cabo de Gata.
still without European Union through, crossing borders, control measures were strict and it was not uncommon, you open the trunk, in the customs. It is here where my father went into action, placing all cups of tea sets and more black market items in boxes, and putting down all the most filthy and dirty over to the cops, desist from registering as soon as possible. I used to work!.
In 1992, after a few trips together with already established a relationship of nearly four years with the same person, with whom I share my life now, I wanted to relive the childhood and adolescence and fleeing from the Barcelona Olympics and Expo in Seville, we took to camping, the Algarve, Lisbon and the north, on a trip, very special sensation: We snuck in Castle of Sintra, a group of Japanese, we took refuge in the cathedral of Lisbon, a huge black Vigard, following us, so I found attractive Lisbon, then, an unsafe city, or drank beer Sagres-local- and Ripple, after sunset, in the empty beaches. One night, in Oeiras (near Lisbon), we landed, a shipment of marijuana
And as there could be no quinto malo, we decided to open the flyer program of 2010, going away to Porto, Braga and Guimaraes. The tour, has been fantastic. Any of the three cities worth a visit to the area. But what pleased me most, is finding a Portugal, orderly, exciting, modern, vibrant, cheap ..., a beautifully kept and clean city with large pedestrian areas and above all, a very polite and educated population. It is not, do not stop at a stop, as 35 years ago, but they do, in crosswalks or even when they are not, if they see you, hurry.
I have the feeling, having seen it grow to Portugal in the last 35 years, more even than myself or Spain itself. And is that coexistence intermittently, takes much more juice than the daily.
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