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Portugal’s Sunny Algarve

By Rick Steves Modified: November 7, 2013 at 10:35 am •  Published: November 7, 2013

For some time, I’ve been wanting to return to the Algarve, in southern Portugal, my favorite stretch of Iberian coastline. Warm and dry, the south coast stretches for some 100 miles, with beach resorts along the water’s edge and, farther inland, rolling green hills dotted with orchards. The coastline varies from lagoon estuaries in the east (the town of Tavira), to sandy beach resorts in the center (from Faro to Lagos), to rugged cliffs in the west (Sagres).

The Algarve was once known as Europe’s last undiscovered tourist frontier. But it’s well discovered now, and if you go to the places featured in most tour brochures, you’ll find it paved, packed, and pretty stressful. Still, there are a few great beach towns left along the coast, perfect for soaking up rays from May through early October.

My research schedule generally brings me to this part of the world in the early spring, though, when the beach towns are pretty dead. But this year I made it there in June, and what a difference--the coast was lively, warm, and relaxing. I made a point of revisiting my favorite hideaway, the little fishing town of Salema.

When I first came to Salema, in the late 1970s, the road into town wasn’t paved. I turned up in the early evening, driving a group of eight in a minivan and with no reservations. I parked at one end of the town’s “street of fishermen” (Rua dos Pescadores), flagged down some locals, and asked, “Quartos?” Within minutes I’d found nine beds in private homes for a few bucks each.

While the street looks pretty much the same today, the character of the town is changing. Nowadays, beach towns like Salema are becoming the playgrounds of an international crowd of retirees and vacationers, who stay in newly built gated communities and golf clubs on the inland hilltops. The ladies who once rented out rooms have disappeared, chastened by stricter government regulations (necessary, as southern Europe learns to pay its taxes). There are fewer shoestring-budget backpackers to keep them in business anyway.

Still, the children of the old fishermen--at least those who haven’t gone to the big city in search of jobs--continue to cook up the fish and staff the weather-beaten fort. And Salema still has everything a vacationer needs: a handful of seafood restaurants, a few hotels, a fine beach, one ATM, and nonstop sun. With no must-see attractions, this sleepy place is all about rigorous rest and relaxation.

Salema continues to support some fishing--but just barely. Most of the business is done in bigger fish markets nearby, in Sagres and Lagos. But at night you’ll see six or eight boats out on the water, their lights bobbing on the horizon, as local fishermen work to catch squid, sardines, and octopus. In the calm of the summer, boats are left out on buoys. In the winter, a community-subsidized tractor earns its keep by hauling the boats ashore. (In pre-tractor days, such boat-hauling was a 10-person chore.)  

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