Looking at a lot of days before our flight out of Morocco we decided to slow down or speedy tour of Europe and settled on seeing a bit of the small towns in the Algarve. For the most part it was a place to finally relax. We went out for a bit of dinner at an English pub on recommendation of the hostel staff. The place was interesting and had a few ex-pats milling around. Their suggestions on what to do with our one day in Tavira was much different than what ended up on the agenda.
They suggested all sorts of wonderful things that included hiking up some hill, going to the beach, finding our way to an island. All sounded great but also a massive undertaking. I was a little over getting up at 8am and getting back at 9pm. So we instead slept till 11am in our room that somehow got to ourselves for the duration of our stay. Had a repeat lunch at the English pub and meandered around the town. It was cute enough to keep our interest and we stopped for a coffee a few times. We decided to tackle one "sight" and strolled up a small hill to a church. Now the church was closed but the gardens were open so we walked around a bit and got some great views of the town and such. Overall I wish we had stayed an extra day and done one of the activity days that the kind people at the bar had planned out for us but we had obligations in Seville and had to get back on the road.
Clocktower that dinged very frequently at odd times...
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