Warning! This post was brought to you by a great amount of discontent and melancholy. The great Canadian winter’s starting to get on my nerves and I’d much rather be on a beach now.
As I write, it’s – 15 degrees celsius in Toronto. The mercury has taken a swan dive into a bottomless pit. The brief seven minute walk home from Union Station last night was like cruel and unusual punishment. My face felt like it was going to burn off, my nostrils were stuck together, my lips were chapped and my hands were numb even though I had on warm gloves.
I’m also seriously questioning my sanity at this moment. How will I survive Winterlude in Ottawa next weekend? I’ll be sure to bring sexy back when I wear my Cougar boots and the Polish hat I picked up at the Plac Nowy Jewish Market in Kraków last year.
So here I am, finding myself longing for lazy afternoons under the warmth of the sun, drinking cold beer, taking breaks for quick swims, drying off in the open air, feeling the sand between my toes. This got me to day dreaming about the beaches of Cascais, Portugal and recalling a brief 30 minutes I spent there last September.
While on a whirlwind day tour with We Hate Tourism Tours (yes, this is their real company name), we stopped in this little Portuguese town. Turns out that 30 minutes was all I needed to fall good and hard. Not only am I a cheap drunk, I’m also easy! 🙂
Seriously though, take a look at this gorgeous beach and I think you’ll understand. Doesn’t everyone in these photos look like they’re living the dream? Don’t you wish you could insert yourself into that scene?
While some people like to laze about on the beach with a drink in their hand (me, me, me), others visit Cascais to get a physical workout. Wikipedia tells us that people come for the sports – old men in checkered shirts and knee socks like to play golf there (there are 10 courses nearby), jocks ride the waves and ballers come to race their yachts.
Another reason why Cascais is worth visiting? James Bond. Yes, that’s right Double Oh Seven himself made his way to these parts when scenes for On Her Majesty’s Secret Service were shot here.
Even with such a limited time in Cascais, I couldn’t resist dipping my feet in the Atlantic.
I also took a quick walk through town. One of my favorite things about Portugal is that even though certain buildings are falling apart from decay and neglect, that pretty details are ever-present in the form of street signs, tiles and of course (my favorite) street art.
This was my last view of Cascais as we drove away and headed back to our Housetrip flat in Lisbon.
I’ll leave you with an insider’s tip provided by our awesome tour guide Marta from We Hate Tourism Tours. Apparently, the best place in town to get a gelato is at Santini. Some even go so far as to say it’s the best gelato to be had in *all* of Portugal. I didn’t try it myself as the Portuguese cuisine had already done serious damage to my waistline but my travel blogging friends did tell me it was delicious.
So if you want to escape Lisbon for day and get in some beach time, hit up Cascais. If you’re tired of pastéis, come for the gelato! Maybe I’ll see you there and we can race our yachts together. 🙂