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:: Waking Up

Monday was our first non-zombie day in Portugal. We blew the morning by trying to get adjusted to our new surroundings. Things started terribly at 9:30am Portugal time (1:30am Cali time), which is when we decided we could no longer ignore the shouting German kids next door or the bright light that was streaming in through the blinds. Eleven and a half hours of sleep, and we still felt like crap. We forced ourselves to get up, if only to see what the free breakfast buffet was like. Three cups of Café com Leite ("white coffee") and an odd assortment of European breakfast snacks, and I was ready to start worrying about the upcoming conference. I went back to the room and spent the morning working on the things I needed to get done to prepare me for the conference.

Around noon, Amy and I decided that it would do our jetlag some good if we got out of the hotel room and into the daylight. We drove over to this little park that's just a couple of blocks away from the hotel. The sky and water were these amazing shades of bright blue, and we noticed that there were all these little paths that you could take to scurry around the tall cliffs that held the water back ("at bay" ha ha). We had the trip's first travel euphoria at the cliffs- that moment where you start giggling to yourself and say "holy crap, I'm on the coast of Portugal". With new found energy, we followed the path down to the water front. As it turns out, there are all sorts of paths and things to climb on along the coast in Portugal. We zipped around from spot to spot, marveling at how amazing the cliffs looked from each vantage point. The pictures just don't do it justice.

A little later we left the cliffs to search for food in town. Unsure of the distance, we drove in and parked the car. We got out and wandered around a bit, taking in the town and it's little shops. Carvoeiro is a tiny little village that's been taken over by tourism. Fortunately it's the winter right now, so the crowds aren't so bad. The good thing about it being a tourist town is that everything is multilingual, and the locals begrudgingly tolerate stupid foreigners. As if to confirm this, I paid for a 2.30 Euro bag of cough drops with a 60 Euro bill, and then told the lady in English that I was sorry that I did not have anything smaller. Amy and I had lunch at a pastry place where we had to go to the counter and point at what we wanted (the pastries were incredible, by the way). Oye. Bob, the patron saint of foreigners who are trying not to look so foreign, is shaking his head right now and saying "I don't know you guys". It's only a matter of time before I start yelling, "Hey! Don't y'all got a Mac Donalds 'round here somewhere?"

We piddled around town for a little longer after lunch, and then went back to the hotel. I worked a little more on my talk while Amy read. When it was getting relatively close to dinner time, we decided to walk back into town and look for somewhere to eat. We settled on an Indian place, which of course promised vegetarian food and a menu we knew we'd understand. Amy was a happy little mouse, more so after ordering a large beer at the end of the meal. I'd be happy too, if I weren't filled with the presentation worries.

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