Algarve, Portugal

April 17th – 20th, 2025

The very next day after returning from Wales, I flew into Faro to finally meet up with my parents, who had arrived a few days earlier. Besides how much I missed them, I was beyond ready to hand off my 30-pound ski bag.

Fortunately for me, though unfortunately for Theo, our flights were around the same time at 9 a.m., so we ended up taking the same early morning bus. Dragging my giant ski bag and suitcase from Talybont to the bus station was much harder than I expected. Between me struggling with it and Theo kindly helping out for part of the way, we somehow made it. I felt bad for him but was incredibly grateful.

I arrived at Faro Airport and spotted my parents driving the quirkiest rental Mercedes, complete with three golf bags stuffed in the trunk. I was so happy to see them and finally felt like I could start relaxing. The trip was already shaping up to be something special.

When we reached the hotel, I was greeted by a bellboy and felt an immediate sense of relief. Traveling with my parents felt completely different from the humble I don’t make money style I had gotten used to since January. The hotel was beautiful, with a spacious room that had a stunning view, a platter of fruit and snacks on the table, a walk-in closet, and a luxurious bathroom with a bathtub and bath bombs. It felt like pure comfort.

After a short rest, my mom urged me to get dressed and put on some makeup so we could visit the scenic and famous Ponta da Piedade. The weather was perfect, and the views were breathtaking. Honestly, the photos probably capture it better than I ever could with words.

Dinner that night was at a restaurant tucked away in a small village. The place had a charming courtyard and beautiful interior design. I absolutely adore Portuguese food, especially seafood, and this meal was easily the best I’ve had since I arrived in Europe back in January.

Most of our time in Algarve was spent golfing, and then unwinding. We would stop at a bar, walk along the beach or cliffs, then settle down for another beer or sangria. Then we’d do it all over again. It was the kind of peaceful routine that makes you forget all sense of time.

Here are a few photos from the trip that I think capture the spirit of those wonderful days.