AL VOR ONE AND ONE FOR AL
Day 1 Thursday 26th February 2026
Our first break of 2026 was to Alvor in the Algarve, Portugal. We seem to be making a bit of a habit of going somewhere warmish early in the year. The Algarve was a bit of a gamble, inasmuch as warmth and sunshine is not as certain as in Gran Canaria or Madeira. It is, however, closer to home. We have been to the Algarve a number of times, but never to Alvor.
Everything was new to us, but Alvor is an ancient place. The port was founded by Hannibal (of elephants over the alps fame) in 436BC. It was named Albur by the Moors who conquered the port in 716 and built a large castle here. It passed from Moorish control to the Portuguese a number of times before finally being reconquered in 1250. One modern guide calls it a drinking village with a fishing problem! Who wouldn't want to explore somewhere like that?
I fear that neither Hannibal nor the Moors would have persevered, had they been faced with nearly two hours of shuffling through the arrivals hall at Faro airport to get through passport control. This was not a propitious start to the trip!
We seem to have arrived early, which put us in the airport at the same sort of time as a number of other flights. That, new entry rules, and inefficiencies in the system caused the chaos, which apparently is commonplace at Faro. It was fairly horrific!
Eventually, we arrived at our apartment in Alvor, next to the beach and the chaos began to melt away. Our apartment complex is part of the adjacent hotel. We got to our very nice room to drop our bags. We took a few minutes to enjoy the view from our balcony over the pools and the beach.
I have to say we did not linger long. The bar at the adjacent hotel was calling our names as we were a bit hot, hungry and thirsty.
It took no more than two or three minutes to walk along the seaside boardwalk to get to the hotel bar terrace, and order a cold beer and a flute of similarly cold espumante.
The terrace overlooks the hotel gardens and then onto the sea. It was very tranquil and quite the antidote to the previous few hours.
We took the opportunity to order a couple of small plates to keep us going until dinner, which we intended to take at the hotel that evening.
We had hot prawns, garlic bread and chicken goujons with garlic mayo. The prawns were a bit overdone and the chicken was no more than OK. It took the edge off our hunger and the accompanying Vinho Verde was more than delicious.
However, we were not sufficiently impressed to book dinner for the evening. We decided, instead, to find a supermarket and to get a few things to eat on our balcony. We went off for a walk about, found what we needed and returned to our oasis of calm.
It would be fair to say that we did have a bit of a nap after the traumas of travel. Soon, these traumas began to fade and we sat down to a veritable picnic feast on our balcony. Olives, bread, cheese, ham, tomatoes, grapes, and a very good little garlic dip. We had also managed to find cold beer and some very nice red wine. All in all a fine way to spend an evening.
The evening got even better, when the sun began to set. We could watch it disappear below the horizon in an orange glow from our balcony. It was quite spectacular.
It really was a marvellous end to a day that had some ups and downs!
It would turn out to be a good omen for the rest of our time in the Algarve.
Day 2 Friday 27th February 2026
The next morning was fine and fair as we made the short welk along the boardwalk to the hotel for our breakfast. The hotel is large and busy, but breakfast offered an enormous choice that meant we didn't have the same thing each morning - although Sharon did seem to enjoy some little coconut tart things most days. I resisted the sparkling espumante until the last day!
Everywhere we went, there were lots of these beautiful azure winged magpies.
Our plan today was to find out a bit about Alvor, so we had bought a self guided tour of the town through an app on our phones. After breakfast, we went back to the boardwalk and headed towards the river and the town centre. The boardwalk runs alongside the beach, which makes it all the more interesting. The beach is huge and the waves are the constant beat to any walk along here.
It was a little fresh to start with - it is still winter, really.
It did get a good deal warmer very quickly, so the jumper came off.
We soon got to the start of our tour, which was really a bit of a treasure hunt. The phone told you when you were near each of the clues and you had to find the answer to the clue and type it into your phone. You got points for a correct answer, but the more guesses you had the less points you garnered. It was fun and informative at the same time.
We started off down by the harbour and soon got into the swing of things and we began to explore further into the town.
The first clue was all about cleaning up the seas and beaches. This giant fish was regularly filled and emptied of plastic bottles and the like picked up by fishermen sailing out of the port.
I am sure that nobody wants to read about every single clue that we followed. This lovely little church was one of the highlights. If you really want to know, we had to count the crosses on the outside of the building. We got it wrong, we missed one on a window!
The church mainly dates to the early 16th Century, but like many buildings in Portugal, it was damaged in the 1775 earthquake and substantial reconstruction took place.
On the face of it, it was a fairly simple building, enhanced by the decoration over the entrance and by the blue highlights. These are common on many buildings, including houses. They are thought to be a Moorish safeguard against witches and evil spirits.
This apparent simplicity makes the superb Manueline sculpture around the side door all the more surprising. It is said to be the finest work of its type in the Algarve. Manueline architecture derives from King Manuel I who reigned from 1495 to 1521. This was a golden age for Portugal and the country amassed enormous wealth from colonial adventures and conquests. This wealth was reflected in ornate decorations of huge numbers of buildings such as churches and state edifices. a particular feature of the style was elaborately carved stone doorways. They are a little over the top, if you ask me, but they are quite admirable as well.
There is certainly no mistaking where the main entrance is!
There was obviously a bit of spare change left over after the sculptor was paid. The inside of the church was very opulent.
The route took us through a number of small streets, with lots of interesting things to see in places we might never have otherwise visited.
The Moors had built their castle here and it is now all but gone. Only the walls remain and inside these is, remarkably, a children's playground!
The Moorish castle dates to the 8th Century and the castle was restored in the 14th Century. From grandeur, conquest and power to a children's play space seems like natural and pleasing progress to me.
One of the streets we were taken to is the very popular Bar Street. The real name of the street is Rua Doutor Frederico Ramos Mendes, but everyone calls it Bar street, because it is jam-packed with bars and restaurants. Very lively and colourful.
I couldn't find out who Dr Mendes was, but one of the clues on the route was to identify the oldest bar in Alvor. It was closed for the winter, but there was a plaque outside which identified it as Sala, which means living room. It wasn't originally called that, and it seems now to be a bit of a trendy cocktail bar. It was originally founded in 1899. It was a shame that it was not open, we would have liked to have gone in, mainly because we are clearly trendy.
Another clue brought us to the outside of a nice looking restaurant. It was quite warm and we were beginning to get hungry. We went in and sat on the terrace and ordered some cold drinks, while we sat and took in the very pleasant view over the harbour.
We tarried a while and decided that we should just stay and have a bite to eat. Nothing too fancy or large, so we had prawns (again), tuna paste and some good bread. We also had a glass of very good Vinho Verde.
All in all, a very pleasant little stop.
The prawns were so much better than those we had yesterday. So much so, that we had to order more bread to sop up the juices and we booked a table for dinner on Saturday night.
We finished our lunch and then finished the walking tour, took a selfie and were rewarded with a copy of our selfie, which served as proof that we had done it!
We wandered about a little more, then went back to our room for a rest. Whilst we had been at the supermarket yesterday, we had taken the opportunity to book a table for dinner at an Italian restaurant called Al Dente. That turned out to be an inspired decision.
After a pre-dinner drink on our balcony as the sun went down, we set out for Al Dente.
This involved a short walk along the boardwalk as the sun was going down.
Al Dente place was incredibly busy, but the staff managed the running of the service superbly. The place was without fault and the food was outstanding. A great find.
Sharon ordered Bruschetta to start. These arrived. It looks a lot, but they were quite small and incredibly light. They were also very tasty.
Sharon had a prawn risotto, which she said was the best risotto ever. Although I was a bit hurt by that, I had a taste and it really was outstanding. The depth of flavour was amazing. She might be right that it was better than the prawn and pea risotto that I make infrequently.
I had steak Tagliatta, with gorgonzola and parmesan sauce with small rosti potato cakes. Delightful. The sauce was fantastic.
We were forced to share a pistachio and almond truffle, with a plum sauce and a glass of port.
After a complimentary shot of Limoncello, we were on our way home. The bartender allegedly makes his own Limoncello every day!
The sky was very dramatic on our walk home. We certainly needed the walk after that feed.
A good end to our first full day in Alvor.
Day 3 Saturday 28th February 2026
Back to the boardwalk after another fine breakfast. This time we were heading to the Rio do Alvor - The River Alvor. This is a nature reserve, well known for bird watching. There are good paths and boardwalks throughout the area and it is close to the town. Perfect for a day out.
Here we are setting off with the morning sun blazing down on us. At least that's what it looks like to me.
We made a slight detour to Wild's Sandwich Bar to pick up a picnic to get us through the day! Then it was on to the boardwalk to take us to the nature reserve, and it was getting warmer and brighter as we went.
Effectively, the boardwalk and paths take you along the dunes and sandbanks that have formed around the outflow of the river Alvor. These coastal features have, over time led to the formation of what is, in essence, a tidal lagoon. The range of habitats created mean that the area is designated as one of over 2500 Ramsar sites in the world. These are wetland sites of international importance and they are named after a wetland convention held in Ramsar in Iran in the 1970's. Ramsar sites can be important for all sorts of reasons associated with landform, bird, flora, fish, insect and animal species. In our case the river is important for birds in particular. It lies on key migratory routes and is also home to threatened species. We were hopeful that we might see some unusual birds.
There certainly were plenty of the Azure Winged Magpies.
That turned out to be good for us, because almost every other bird we saw, was so small or quick or far away or out of sight, that we didn't get much in the way of photographs!
It was a fabulous walk in glorious weather, so that wasn't too much of a disappointment.
The bird we saw most of was the Thekla Lark, although that is almost impossible to tell apart from the Crested Lark, so maybe it wasn't! I have no photos so you will just have to take my word for it. It was certainly a lark, with a crest. It was named Thekla by zoologist Alfred Brehm after his dead sister! The song of whatever lark it was accompanied us all around the walk.
From some parts of the walk, the sea was barely visible through the dunes.
In others, we were right beside the water, either of the river or the sea. This was part of the lagoon on the landward side of the dunes.
It really was very tranquil and lovely to look at. Be assured, however, that the water was pretty cold and we did not fall for its charms!
At the end of outward route was a rock breakwater, which formed the entrance to the river and then on to the harbour. This provided shelter from the wind, allowing us to sit and soak up a bit of the sun. It wasn't exactly crowded.
On our way back towards the town on the river side of the walk, water levels have changed and more wading birds are apparent. Most obvious was this Little Egret. These birds are increasingly colonising the UK and they are all over this part of Europe. They are a small heron and are remarkable for their yellow toes! Obviously, we didn't get a photo of the them!
The Egrets take small fish and other prey. This one did not know that there were small shoals of fish thrashing about in groups along the water's edge near where we were. The photo is a bit nondescript, but it was as if shoals of piranha were stripping the flesh of some poor unfortunate who had slipped into the water!
Soon enough we were back in town and heading back to our room for a rest and a freshen up before it was time for another restaurant!
It wouldn't have been time for dinner without another sunset.
We went back to the restaurant where we had been yesterday for our prawn lunch. Lunch had been very good, dinner did not live up to that, although it was by no means bad. The restaurant was very quiet which never helps.
We were sitting next to the window with views over the harbour, which you can't see that well due to the reflections in the glass. It was quite atmospheric.
We started with some nice bread and very good olives.
Sharon had a very large steak, salad and chips. The peppercorn sauce was good and she did enjoy her meal, but it did not reach the heights of yesterday.
I had cod with country potatoes. The potatoes, of which there was a huge portion, were really slices of potato that had been fried - a bit like thick crisps. I liked them a lot, but the lot I got was too much even for me. The cod was well cooked and came with a sauce made with Cointreau, which I had not expected. It was all tasty, but just too much. Overall it lacked the class and of the Italian and was not rustic enough for a wee authentic Portuguese meal. It had kind of fallen between two stools.
The Vinho Verde was excellent.
We walked home along the boardwalk in the moonlight.
What would tomorrow bring?
Day 4 Sunday 1st March 2026
Well, it brought more warm sunshine and blue skies first thing. We intended a quiet day by the beach today. We could have stayed by one of the two pools, but decided against that. A dip of the toes in the water was sufficient to dissuade me.
This was the view towards our apartment. The towers are adjacent hotels/residences. Our window is the upper floor of the block between the two towers.
For the first time since we arrived, we went east along the boardwalk. Intrepid, or what?
Eventually, you run out of boardwalk and reach some interesting rock formations.
You can walk through between the rocks and find yourself in a pretty little beach, which is well sheltered from any wind and, at this time of year, is not busy at all.
We are not really lying about on the beach kind of people, but we made an exception for a while today. It was really very pleasant lying in the warm sun, making up for lost time in the cold back at home!
We sat on a sandy bank covered in these very pretty yellow flowers. These were everywhere we went. They are Bermuda Buttercups. Despite their name, they are actually native to South Africa. However, they are very invasive and have spread to much of the warmer countries in the world. They are almost impossible to control and are recognised as a serious pest. It is thought they are generally introduced to countries because of their attractiveness and not for any real practical purpose.
Sharon wandered about the beach watching the waves, but not getting too close to the cliffs which are festooned with warnings about falling rocks.
She did a bit of paddling and introspection, too, it would seem.
People did start to arrive and we began to feel the need for some food, so we left this haven and headed back along the boardwalk, where there were a few small restaurants overlooking the beach.
Sunday lunch by the beach is clearly a thing here as the first restaurant we came to was fully booked. There wasn't even room to sit down and just have a cold beer. Luckily, there was a bit of room at the second place, where we managed to stumble across a really very good lunch.
We shared a lovely prawn Caesar salad.....
.....and a surprise Monchique mountains black pudding, with fondant sweet potato and a spicy tomato salsa. It was all very good with some Vinho Verde and sun streaming in through the windows. Very enjoyable, indeed.
We ambled back to our room and had a clean up and rest, before a wee drink on the balcony. As the sun was going down, we walked along the boardwalk into town for dinner.
We were dining at Lusitania just down this street a bit.
Dinner started really well with a selection of flavoured butters, oil and dehydrated olives on top of a good tuna paste.
These went with a good selection of breads.
I had John Dory with a coriander risotto and pea puree. This was really excellent, but the presentation left a bit to be desired. It was the first time I had eaten John Dory and it was delicious.
Sharon had ravioli with caramelised pear, Roquefort, spinach and pine nuts. Again, it could have looked smarter, but it was very tasty.
We finished with a traditional orange pudding. It was very orangey, but quite heavy.
All in all, the food was tasty, some of it was really very good, but it was let down a bit by the presentation. We did enjoy it as an end to a lazy day.
Day 5 Monday 2nd March 2026
Today was supposed to be cloudy and a bit cooler, so we decided we would take a bus to Lagos and have a look about the town. We were away reasonably early, so we skipped breakfast at the hotel and found a little place in Lagos. which was very good, as you can hopefully see from the pictures.
We started off in search of the old city walls, which are enormous, but, in the first instance, tricky to find. Instead we found this mural of an old fisherman. Is he crying for a life that has disappeared from so much of coastal Portugal?
There were other, much older looking murals about.
Others just appeared to be older than they were.
Eventually, we found the walls. They really were quite hard to miss, if you knew where to look.
The Romans built the first wall around the strategically important city. These were rebuilt and refortified over centuries by the Arabs and Christians. The current walls date from the 16th Century, and were designed to repel Barbary Pirates - raiders from North Africa.
We followed the walls around the town, taking in some interesting sites on the way, including more walls and gateways through the walls!
Churches.
A UK post box from the reign of George V (1910-1936). How bizarre is that?
An octopus in the street.
This dinky little building is the Casinha da Agua and it was formerly a water distribution point.
This archway through the wall, is the arch of Sao Goncalo, the patron saint of fishermen in Lagos. That in itself is unique. All other fishing villages in Portugal have Sao Pedro Telmo as their patron. Sao Goncalo was born right beside the arch in 1360. Perhaps he was the patron saint of the fishermen because of his most famous miracle. At a time of great famine, the sea was mysteriously empty of fish and families were starving. He prayed at the port and, later, a great multitude of tuna appeared and everyone was saved.
Looking back at the gate and the arch from the outside. Someone had, unhelpfully, planted a tree at the point where you would always seek to take a photo.
Across the street from the gate is the Forte Ponta da Bandeira. Built between 1680 and 1690 it defended access to the pier by crossing fire with two other forts. It is one of the finest examples of 17th Century maritime fortifications in the Portugal.
This reconstructed drawbridge gives access to the only entrance.
The drawbridge is the only link to the land. The fort is surrounded by a seawater moat
Just to prove we were both at the fort.
We walked back towards the centre of town, passing by the museum, which used to be the slave market in the 15th Century. A mass grave of about 150 Africans was found underneath the building. The bodies were thought to have been those of sick or dying slaves who could not be sold and they were dumped in a large refuse tip.
Somewhat inappropriately, we went for a small lunch nearby.
We shared a tomato salad, pulled sausage croquettes with plum sauce and big prawn dumplings (the menu said, but they reminded me of the long gone Findus crispy pancakes you used to get).
It was all good with a glass of red wine.
We had enjoyed our day in Lagos and the bus journey was quick and easy. Once back at our room, we had a lazy couple of hours before it was time for another meal.
We walked along the boardwalk and up into town to Ruccula, our choice of restaurant for tonight. It has really good reviews and we were looking forward to it.
We were not disappointed. Our starter of smoked haddock fishcakes was reminiscent of similar cakes I have made before, but none the worse for that. The homemade tartare sauce was excellent.
I had Golden Bream with a pesto crust and a plum tomato sauce. Delicious.
Sharon had grilled sea bass with a garlic, tomato and herb lemon butter. Also delicious.
We could not resist the prospect of Bakewell Tart, something neither of us expected to see on a Portuguese menu. It was outstandingly good.
Another fine meal and we found out that the owner's wife was in charge of the sister restaurant that we had booked for our last night in Alvor! The menu was also going to be very similar!
Something to look forward to comparing and contrasting.
Day 6 Tuesday 2nd March 2026
We were up early today, as we were getting picked up by a minibus for a tour and wine tasting. We had breakfast at the hotel and the tour picked us up at the front door.
Once we had picked up the other tourists, we headed to Porches and a traditional pottery.
This old table has a section cut out of it to allow the potter's wheel to be fixed in place with easy access.
There was plenty of stuff for sale and some of it was good, but, in the end, we didn't buy any.
Our next stop was a bit of a drive away at Praia da Marinha. This is said to be one of the most beautiful beaches in the world. I'm not sure how true that might be, but it was quite spectacular, with sand, waves, cliffs and arches as you can see from the photos.
The beach is the starting point of the seven hanging valleys coastal walk. This sounds like something worth doing, but, unfortunately, we did not have time today!
Not too close to the edge!
More spectacular coastal landscapes at Algor Seco, where the sea has eroded the limestone cliffs to create other worldly landscapes. Erosion is ongoing and what you see today may well be different in a few years time.
You have to get down close to see the best of it.
There is a bit of a blowhole, where the sea rushes into the rocks and you can, apparently, go swimming here. I didn't! It isn't exactly calm and the rocks look pretty jaggy to me.
Instead, people are more likely to go into some of the caves here. The most famous of these is Boneca. This translates as The Doll, so named because the view is said to replicate what it must be like to be inside a doll's head.
You can imagine why it is called Boneca.
You can clearly see the fragility and, indeed, friability, of the coast here. It doesn't look like it will be too long until this falls apart.
Before we drove down to our lunch stop at Ferragudo, we took in a view across the bay to Portimao and over the harbour breakwater.
It did look a bit grey and threatening, but it was warm and dry.
We got dropped off and we all set off in search of lunch. Most of the passengers went straight to the wee square where we were set down. We went a little bit further out, to where the market was and where the locals eat. It was the right choice.
We got a delicious bifana - a pork sandwich, basically. The pork is thin cut and marinaded in white wine, herbs and spices, including paprika. After marinading for a few hours, it is fried and served on a soft bread roll, usually with hot mustard. It was really very good.
We also had a refreshingly bright bruschetta and the most fabulous crispy mushrooms, with garlic onion and chilli. The mushrooms were simply wonderful.
It all came with some large and remarkably cheap, but good, Vinho Verde.
After our splendid lunch, we wandered round the town, which is really attractive in parts, with some nice narrow streets.
The river in the centre of the village is canalised and seems to operate as some form of flood relief, presumably as tidal ranges vary. There are off-shoots from the canal into the street, meaning that different areas will flood as and when water levels reach the off-shoots.
I couldn't discern whether the bridge had something to do with water control or did it look like it did because one side was at a higher level than the the other. The difference in levels is not so great as the square arches would have you believe! I don't recall ever seeing something looking like that before.
From the other side of the river you can see the difference between old Ferragudo and the much more modern and developed Portimao.
You can also see our rather unprepossessing lunch venue!
Once lunch was over, we were back on the road, to our final destination of the day - a winery.
The winery was Quinta da Vinha, where Cabrita wines are made.
The winery specialises in native Portuguese grapes and was instrumental in saving the Negra Mole variety from disappearing from Portugal.
They have built a new visitor centre and garden, for use in the warmer months with tastings being outside almost in the vineyard itself. The garden has examples of trees and shrubs that are native to the area and it feels rather calm and clean.
The fig trees were coming in nicely.
The smell in the cellars was very enticing.
All of the wine is kept in new French oak barrels
Of course, it does find its way out of the barrels and into bottles.
From bottles to glasses.
In a very nice tasting room, with a sadly unused open flame barbecue. At least it was unused when we were there!
The wines were very good, so we bought some to drink and to take home. Happily the homeward bound wine made it without mishap. The wine for drinking was drunk before we left for home.
That was our tour over and we really did enjoy it. The driver even took Sharon to a supermarket to get some nibbles for the evening as we were not eating out tonight. In the meantime, I got our stuff inside and sorted out a few things before she returned.
We had not walked much today, so we decided to wander up to the little beach at the east end of the boardwalk. It was very quiet and quite lovely.
Worth a selfie, it would seem.
The sky was a bit grey, but very atmospheric just as we were leaving to go and have our supper on the balcony.
We had some crisps and drinks, before we opened our newly purchased wine with some olives, tomatoes, cheese and bread. The perfect end to a great day.
Day 7 Wednesday 3rd March 2026
Our last full day in Alvor. We had decided that we would explore the town a little bit more and have a quiet day. No need to rush and no deadlines - except for dinner in the evening!
We had a late-ish breakfast at the hotel, which included a glass of fizz, just because.
We walked out along the boardwalk, and into a little bit of the nature reserve, where we spotted this patient fisherman.
We passed by the human fishers' huts. It was good to see that the old ways were still carrying on despite the advent of mass tourism.
We walked out beyond the restaurants along a paved walkway that we had not explored so far.
The tide was out and it had the feeling almost of stepping back in time to a slower version of the planet. There was an old man on our side of the river picking stuff up and digging about. Something similar was going on on the other bank.
Eventually, we got to the end of the walkway and the old man arrived there at the same time. It turns out he had a bucket of quite small clams. More astonishingly, he was harvesting the clams, not to eat them, but to farm them. He was going to bury them later and, in time, they would be of a size that would make them worth eating. His brother, who he did not get on with, was doing the same thing on the other mudbank.
Here he is washing out his bucket. He must have been 80 if he was a day.
Here are his clams and the tool he used to dig them up.
He was a really interesting man to talk to and his English was really very good.
Eventually, we left him to follow a path he said would take us up to the church and into the village centre. It did! We spent a bit of time looking through the streets and occasionally going into some of the shops. Sometimes, I sat outside and chatted to other old men whose wives were wandering aimlessly through the trinkets.
We were, of course, on the look out for somewhere to have a spot of lunch!
As luck would have it we found a little place to have drink and to think about what we might eat. Sharon had her usual Vinho Verde and we watched the world go by for a while.
Eventually I gave in to hunger and had a plate of Piri Piri prawns and a glass of Vinho Verde as well. Sharon had a sandwich. The prawns were good, but I was really hoping for more chilli than I got. I must have been given the tourist seasoning!
Time was wearing on and we wandered through the streets and back to the nature reserve for a final walk about.
The tide was well in and it was fairly quiet, so we enjoyed the walk.
We were getting picked up early tomorrow morning to get to the airport to go home. So early, that we would not have time for breakfast! Happily, the hotel were able to take our bags over and keep them until the morning, as that was where we were to be picked up. That meant we got packed and prepared, except for the clothes we needed for dinner.
Talking of dinner, our final meal was to be at Thyme, the sister restaurant to Ruccula. We got there in plenty of time and it was a really nice place and we were looked after.
I had goujons of hake, which were delicious, although there were a lot of them!
Sharon had grilled honeyed goat's cheese on salad and tomatoes. Also huge!
That was followed with a prawn coconut curry.
I had grilled pork with salad and veg and an unnecessary poached pear. It also came with soft garlicky potato gratin.
Given the vast quantities, we declined a dessert, but accepted the free glass of port.
It was a good meal, but none of our dinners matched the splendour of the Italian Al Dente that we had on our second night. That wins the prize for meal of the holiday.
Luckily we had a moonlit walk back along the boardwalk to help dinner go down.
After we staggered home that was the end of our trip to Alvor. The journey home was completely uneventful and I think we may go back to Alvor one day.
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