Day 8 ;

I’m at the Tavira grocery story with the locals and Yuta, my Japanese classmate. He wonders why the menus are not translated into Japanese.

The salt here has to be good, to take home as souvenirs, and I’m going to try and get some here and now. Then, I’m hoping to get a train schedule to Lisbon. The bus was nice, but the train is so much better. I hope the price is not outrageous. The walk to the train is also closer to the Hostel than the bus station, and we don’t have to parade through Main Street like we did in the way in.

Yesterday was incredible. I visited a dune and coastal marsh with Josh in the am. Then, I spent the morning looking for watercolor paper–to no avail.

After walking through the marshes and walking through the streets. I found myself walking trough the Inglesia de Santa Maria, possibly to cool off my feet, which were smoking. I went to a cafe later that day. Health feet restored, I walked up the river valley and found a farm occupied by sheep, almond trees, carebs and a beautiful flood plain.