If I tell you I will have to kill you.
OK, I have to let it go .... no more secrets ...i have been holding back far too long now so here are the deets on my Analogue heaven running parallel with the daft Digital World i normally inhabit.
It is rustic, minimalist and ever giving of that fuzzy feeling when things got a bit pear shaped back on the mean streets of the big city. You will not get la-di-da fancy treatment just basic bed, clean sheets, good ice cold Sagres Cerveza and a good nosebag of Huevos a la flamenca to stab your crusty bread in to while you soothe your hot skin by the mini pool bar.
This is my hidy hole when i need to slow it down to 33rpm and is within walking distance of the best beach on the Algarve and a ten minute taxi ride to Nut town (Albufeira) . Add to that Scooby's Dive Bar just around the corner and all the boxes are checked. For those of you of who think of the American dive bars, think again. Scooby's has a super deep pool where we while away the day throwing Euros in and then diving and pushing down 4 metres to try and catch it before it hits the bottom. Simple stuff you say, yes indeedy, but immense fun in the blazing sun.
Hold on.
One more secret ....
Just aways down towards the beach is a Finca hidden behind the trees.It is owned by a director at F.C. Barcelona and they have pool parties. We go. We drink Caipirinha made from Cachaça shipped in from Rio. We dance. We drink more Caipirinha. Rinse & repeat.
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