Lisbon hangs moderatamente.Anche smiles and drug dealers are smart and very insistent, inclusive. A visual degradation
family makes you closer to the historic districts with tenderness, and never stop to want to see beyond the next corner.
Nothing special perhaps, but something that makes you stay volentieri.Le languages \u200b\u200bare mixed: a spagonlo sentence, a word in French, two lines of English and something in t'inventi portoghese.Libero multimillion and you understand how you see fit.
there is no competition, people seem to do exactly what needs or wants, are feeling appagata.Ci stares, someone who seems to humbly ask for advice, while you drink the last beer in a hole with a staggering Rua Joaquim Bonifacio characters belong to another era, and the video shows the proud Portuguese bullfight: a true extreme sport, especially if they met in a bar like that.
The last goodbye is Quadrado Antonio Ferreira, the taxi driver who takes us from Belem in the center, and when he sees my s'infastidisce € 50 to the point that it seems will run until the price reaches that amount, but it would take two giorni.Ci move to 320km to the south, but not before be delighted with the cod fish of Cascais and the first swim in the ocean. "So far so good."
. Lisbona_Tavira The stretch of highway, through a desert of pale green and brullame shed, but the aisles, on the other hand, are large and little traffic.
Tavira is sublime, white and silent, seems made of sugar and cinnamon, and slow mordiba welcomes you with confidence.
sliced \u200b\u200bby a river property, preserves ancient rhythms toast and tea shop in the superb rua libertade.Usiamo Tavira as headquarters for enjoying the beach Cacela
(high and wild) and island (surely the most touristy stretch we met), but especially for realize the dream of El Rocio, a small village that makes images of old cowboy movies with deaf and shoot from the far west, contained within the Andalusian neglected, between Huelva and Seville, 150km from Tavira.
Here at last: El rocio.Una new dimension, a place very different insolito.Nel soil and sand and horses, while the white shine of the church imposing even more sun. Virtually uninhabited, to see people should wait for the procession of Pentecost, where you should merge religion and gypsies, flamenco and local traditions. Maybe one day we will return to view it also filled in as we enjoy the satisfying western atmosphere that propels us without effort of imagination, in a dusty film 60 years. 
Although then again breath the air in part of the obligation, and the holiday ends, do you think that perhaps some places you'll never leave completely.
And it continues to run, finding air cutouts of ourselves that we call history.
Amen, El rocio .. go in peace.
