White walls, orange rooftops, blue skies and turquoise waters, Portugal is pretty beautiful! On our last night we went in to Albufeira for dinner and a stroll around the streets of the old town. Matthew took me there last year and I got so excited when I heard the words “old town” and thought I’d get lots of pretty pictures of old buildings with beautiful doors lining little streets. Sadly it had changed a little bit since he was last there and the streets were now lined with tourist stalls, pubs and bars and swarming with drunken tourists. Not my cup of tea!
This time was a little bit better, we ate beside the beach and had a lovely view of the sea with the sun light getting more and more golden as it set. But I think next time we need to go further from the square and venture up to the residential areas to find the scenes I was hoping for.
Today we went on a very adventurous car journey…having been reassured it was very safe and comfortable for pregnant ladies! Haha! Baby definitely didn’t get much sleep this afternoon, either that or come October we’re going to have to buy a Land Rover and take up off-roading to get it to sleep!
Zebra Safari took us along farm tracks surrounded by beautiful wild flower fields, up steep mountainsides with panoramic views of orange farms and lush green hills, through rivers and in to beautiful Portuguese villages. It had everything I wanted all in one day! There were even opportunities to swim under waterfalls and in river pools, but sadly bump and I didn’t feel like jumping in.
Here’s Matthew and his parents at our stop under the cork trees, with one of the jeeps in the background. You can see where the cork has been peeled away from the tree trunks. Pretty cool! I confess I had no clue that’s where cork came from.
Being 18 weeks pregnant, and having spent the whole day photographing a wedding, I didn’t think we’d be staying till the very end of the wedding, so when I booked our 6:45am flights out to Portugal on the Sunday morning I assumed we’d have had plenty of sleep. I was wrong. We didn’t get to bed until 1am, and our alarm went off at 4:15am…and that turned out to be only just enough time to board our flight!
Edinburgh Airport was chaos. We thought it was off to a good start when the Airline lady had the guts to ask if I was pregnant, and if I had an “Okay to Fly” letter (okay, there was a minor panic at that moment but I informed her I was only 18 weeks, to which she was surprised as she doesn’t normally notice women with a baby bump until at least 24 weeks! Thanks). She put us in to the shorter queue, along with the families with young children, and we thought we were on to a winner, but we still had to join another queue to drop our bags. We didn’t have the luxury of being in the family line at Security, and my bag ended up having to be examined by security twice…Matthew was in slight panic mode by this point…we then discovered our gate was “15 minutes” away and they were doing final call for boarding, so there was no time for a bacon roll and a coffee, sadly…Now I dunno who timed that estimation first of all…a tortoise perhaps, because we got there in less than 5 minutes, and I certainly wasn’t running! But I guess there are those who would take 15 minutes for one reason or another. Anyway, we made it!
Matthew’s parents picked us up at Faro Airport, having arrived the night before us. We had lunch and then spent the rest of the afternoon relaxing by the pool. The image above was my view. Exactly what was needed after two hectic days!