The first day we spent on Tavira Island. A really beautiful, low-key spot you have to take a ferry to. I ate all three of the sandwiches that Abuelo packed for me on day one. (Sandwich 1: Jamon on white bread Sandwich 2: Queso on white bread Sandwich 3: Jamon y queso on white bread... I will never get it) We arrived at our incredible hotel that had a balcony, kitchen and our own king-size beds. Although it was fun to re-enact that scene in Pretty Woman where she runs and jumps on the hotel bed.. a few times.. we didn't spend too much time at the hotel. The 40 or so of us hit the town of Albufiera until approximately 3 am, during which my friends Luke, Kylie and I all rode a mechanical bull and ate the BEST hotdog I've ever had in my life. And I'm from New York...whoever spread that NYC best hotdog rumor has never been to Albufiera, Portugal.
The second day we went to another amazing beach, completely different with cliffs and bluer water. I've been to about 100 beaches and this was hands down the most breathtaking and entertaining. We hiked and swam through caves and climbed and dove and dodged rising tides and sank our toes into the sand. Oh did I mention its almost November!???? I love Portugal.
That night we went to Lagos and went on a bar crawl, which I was supposed to help lead from Johno's Bar where we all got Free Hugs from the 6 bartenders, all of whom were from either England or Australia (random) to...okay well I took a detour. Oops. Now put yourself in my position for a second... if you saw this, what would you do.
I come across a man dressed head to toe in a circus lion tamer outfit. Top hat. Jacket with tailcoats. Frilly white button-down. Suspenders. Red ribbon. Tight pants. Boots. He is drunkenly stumbling down the street, pulling a gorgeous white horse and yelling in every language he can think of (about 4 or 5) "Me and mahhhh horuss arr loookin for a paaaaaaarrrrtaaay"
Alright, I obviously approached him. "Excuse me, kind sir! May I please ride your horse?" He responds, "Of course!".. I immediately hand my drink, bag, and map to the bar to a random girl on the trip (who ended up documenting my entire experience) and get on the gorgeous horse that should belong to the Pumpkin carriage for Cinderella. He gives me the reigns and his tophat(which probably wouldn't have happened if both of us hadn't had a few drinks) and lets me ride THROUGH THE STREETS of the tourist city Lagos, at 1:30 in the morning. Finally he catches up to me and says that I have to come into this bar, and although I had just had the most exhilarating 5 minutes of my life, thought I should probably get back to my job. He said "Just 1 minute" and led the horse right through the door of the bar. "Ummm...are you sure this is okay?" Too late. Inside the bar. Bouncer laughing. People cheering. Me very confused... oh well! If you can't beat 'em join 'em! After a minute or so we walked back towards the bar my group was at where my boss was gasping for air saying that she heard rumors I was kidnapped by a headless horseman. After I explained she laughed and we both invited the man in to the bar with us... showing him and his horse "where the party was at."
The horseman (probably about 65) turned out to be one of the funniest characters I've ever come across. Turns out he did not work for a circus, but rather received a DWI and had his license taken away. So this horse and get-up was his way of turning his lack of mobile transportation into a good time. SUCCESS. hahahaha He was the hit of our trip. He let everyone wear his jacket and tophat and take pictures with him, dancing. Needless to say, this spur of the moment decision ended up making my weekend, and entire semester. Here are some pics.
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