24 Hours In The Algarve, Portugal – Hand Luggage Only

Breakfast the next morning in Odemira consisted of many-a-sweet treat eaten lazily while watching the weather decide what it wanted to do.

The forecast that week has been for rain (which is not a bad thing judging from how beautiful this sets off the coast line here) but by the time we were done with breakfast, the sun popped its bright face out, inviting us to head out and explore even more of this beautiful part of Portugal.

After a quick jaunt to check out even more part of our hotel in Odemira (which I’d missed the day before – including the indoor pool), we hopped into the car and this time headed for the Algarve.

The Algarve is one of those places I’d heard so much about but never really thought to visit.

Now that I think about it, I’m not even sure why. In fact, the only reason why I was intrigued by it this time was because of a place called Lagos in the Algarve.

I was born in Lagos (totally different Lagos to this one) and so my fascination with it was nothing more than a superficial curiosity to see the place the city I grew up in was named after.

Thank goodness for that superficial curiousity though as this part of Portugal is absolutely stunning!

Like as soon as you arrive, you understand very quickly why this is such a popular spot for holiday makers all across Europe.

We actually started off in Ponta da Piedade, a stunning series of jagged rock formations jutting of the ocean around Lagos.

It’s such an impressive place to visit in Portugal and pretty much shows you what to expect around the Algarve (there are a fair few impressive places like this all along the Algarve – even on the beaches here).

Eventually, we carried on to the town of Lagos – a pretty Portuguese town with thousands of years of history.

Despite its access to some rather stunning beaches, Lagos is actually a spot worth visiting in and of itself, even if just for a few hours like we did.

It’s also incredibly tricky to drive around in (thanks to its narrow streets) and even more so to park in so it’s worth parking outside of the city (or just nabbing the first parking space you find) and seeing it on foot.

After grabbing a quick bite to eat for lunch (it was nothing of note – ergo the lack of pictures), we hopped back into the car and headed for the very end of Europe – the village of Sagres.