After Lisbon we headed for Porto Covo, a place where I camped on the beach for a month or so when I was 19. It was just a beautiful as I remembered it, tiny sandy coves separated by contorted cliffs full of sea bids. The village was still the same, just a bit bigger - the old boys in cafe were still the same I'm sure. We camped on top of the cliff, cooked sardines and watched the sunset out over the ocean. It was a great trip down memory lane.
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