We spent 3 lovely days in Lagos, a nice (and touristy) little beach town on the southern tip of Portugal. We stayed in a fantastic guest house with a little old Moroccan lady. She spoke Arabic, French, Portuguese and a very little bit of Spanish....but absolutely no English. The hand gestures were abundant.
Every morning she would make a fantastic breakfast with three flavors of homemade marmalade, hand-squeezed orange juice, and omelets with fresh eggs from a neighbors. Yeah it was good. After breakfast we'd head to the beach to work on our improving tans.
We ate dinner at this Indian restaurant two nights in a row, it was hands down the best Indian food we've ever had. Business was very slow and we struck up a conversation with the Pakistani owner. After declaring how good his food was he told us why: He's always instructed the chef, (who cooked in India for 15 years) to prepare the food in the traditional Indian style, not to put any creams or fancy sauces on it, and not to dumb down the flavor for foreign taste-buds. The picture was taken on the second night, after we told him about our trip, he stated enthusiastically "you are not the normal people!" and asked to have his picture taken with us.
Next up we head back into Spain to visit the ancient city of Seville.
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