After having my fill of historical buildings in Faro, it was time for me to move along down the Algarve coast in search of some of these famous Southern Portuguese beaches. Outside of these though, and like much of Portugal for me, I really wasn’t quite sure what to expect of Lagos. Not that beaching it up the entire time would have been a bad thing, and lord knows I spent plenty of time doing this. But I was excited to see what else was going on here.
It wasn’t long after my arrival in Portugal that I stumbled upon one of the strangest sights I’ve ever witnessed: Faro’s Bones Chapel. Nestled behind the grand and impressive Igreja do Carmo monastery and built with the bones of Carmelite monks, this small chapel has greeted, and creeped out, visitors since its construction in 1816. Read More
After about 24 straight hours of travel, I barely had enough energy to throw my stuff down on the floor of my Faro room before passing out in bed fully clothed. No dreaming, no waking up in the middle of the night in a jet lag induced froth, just complete darkness… Read More
