That's what she said to us as we boarded the Ophelia, a massive catamaran / small ferry that would be our home for the next 6 hours. Michael and I were very skeptical, since the woman taking attendance of us and the remaining 100 tourists boarding the boat (and who had also just spoke these words of foreshadow) had jewels glued to her teeth and wore only leopard print (not exaggerating, her bra straps and sandals were leopard. I saw). But we got on the boat anyway, encouraged by the promise of beautiful cliff views, cavernous seaside grottoes, and a free beach BBQ. As it turns out, the gypsy was not wrong.
The views were amazing. The caves were spectacular. The BBQ was plentiful. And Michael and I had yet another unforgettable day in Portugal, this time surrounded by the cool waters of the Atlantic Ocean. We drove the day before from Lisbon to Lagos, a beach town in the Algarve, and this catamaran tour of the coastline had been a honeymoon gift from close friends. Friends, if you're reading this, WE LOVED IT!!! (Don't worry, your much more personal thank you note is forthcoming).
It had already been a completely packed day as we were on the boat at 10 and back in our hotel by 6, but nonetheless Michael and I ventured out for a romantic dinner in Lagos around 9:30. The nights here have been a bit cooler than in Lisbon, so I chose this breathable patterned jumpsuit and white blazer for the night.
Isn't it so cute? It's my mom's! If you've ever wondered where my sister and I get our fashion sense and inexplicable urge to shop, you needn't look farther than from where the apple fell. The day before we left on our trip my mom let me borrow this jumpsuit, explaining that while I would get many compliments wearing it I would almost certainly need to use the bathroom before putting it on - as it is no small trick to use a public restroom in a onesie. And don't you know, mothers are always right?
Dinner was fabulous, probably the best meal we have had so far, and that's saying something since we have eaten a lot of really good food. The name of the restaurant was Restaurant No Patio, which immediately made me love the place since it was literally one giant patio. Sarcasm is my favorite form of comedy, so I of course felt right at home.
I'm sorry there are no pictures of dessert, I ate it all before Mike could turn on the camera.