The Algarve, Portugal – the infinity of the sea

Magnificent sea cave. Algarve, Portugal.

Magnificent sea cave. Algarve, Portugal

I am bombarded by this poor girl’s parents. In Islam, it is not forbidden to walk around with her hair open until the girl is sexually mature. And that’s 8th or 9th grade usually. All these first graders wearing hijabs are a bunch of parents who are sanctimonious with each other, saying, “Look at my babies and they’re already so god-fearing and right! Ugh. Why am I writing this? Because I have been wearing hijab since November 1st grade. Why? Because my mom’s cousin “outdid” my mom and brought her daughter in hijab to the assembly on September 1st. My mom desperately wanted to reduce this terrible gap, so in November she put it on me, too. That’s how I wore it till 11th grade. My cousin and I were the first in our little town to wear hijabs to school. They were proud of us. We were set as an example to everyone. They even told us to study two heads better than anyone else, because we were the indicators and representatives of the Muslim world in secular schools. They made us argue with the biology teacher about the theory of evolution. Other parents, looking at us, began to reel in their girls. Mothers started coming to the mosque with their three-year-olds wrapped up! The vanity of the Muslim parents had no limits, and it was encouraged by the men (of course). I won’t write the city, so as not to raise waves of shit. I emphasize – I have nothing against Islam as a religion. But these fucking parents really piss me off, just go fuck yourself if you recognize yourself in this post.

Astronauts Dream.

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Astronauts' Dream Space, People, Weightlessness, Human, Interesting, Cognitive, Internet, Text, Picture with text, Dream, Long-post

Astronauts' Dream Space, People, Weightlessness, Human, Interesting, Cognitive, Internet, Text, Picture with text, Dream, Long-post

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The writing is invigorating.

The inscription is invigorating.

This technique could one day save a life.

Nord Stream

“Nord Stream, launched in reverse mode, began pumping gas out of German storage facilities

Continued post “She has an apartment and a car. That’s why she doesn’t want to get married. Why?”

I’m 37. I’m pretty, athletic, work in IT. Never been married. My last relationship ended a couple of years ago. Actually, even earlier. About 6 or 7 years ago I wanted a family, kids, and marriage, and then I didn’t want to. My ex’s head was a mess of housekeeping and feminist subreddits. Like we work as equals, but when he comes home, it should be cooked, cleaned, and laundered. Even though I could come home from work later. But a woman should bring money into the house, because we have equal rights. But for some reason I always thought that marriage is a union of equals. And children in marriage should arise as a stage of the relationship and by mutual consent. Right now I’m not dating or looking for anyone. Come the winter, I’ll go boarding and skiing (everything as usual), come the spring, I’ll buy a motorcycle. Maybe I’ll buy a garage. Maybe I’ll buy a dead chahu to dig around in. Who’s got the dacha, but I’m into machinery, genes, what can you do. :) Maybe I’ll finally take out a mortgage. I’ll finally pick up a kitty at the dump, and we’ll live.

Lucky me. I’m not on tinder, for fuck’s sake. And my grandmother used to say, “fate will find you behind the furnace.” :)

I don’t need a glass of water. I like port, rum, kraftuha.

Response to the post “Saw the news on VK!”

In February 2015, the Russian Supreme Court ruled that the ban on the display of religious paraphernalia and the wearing of the hijab in schools was legal.

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I will join many of the comments, but I would also like to add that the mother of this girl, instead of calming the child, starts filming her on camera! Is this a concern for the child?

I’m not a supporter of school uniforms, on the contrary, its opponent. But there are certain rules and laws that we all have to abide by, so I shut my mouth and go iron that fucking white shirt for my son, not start swinging my rights for some useless hype.

And here the situation looks like this, people don’t want to obey the laws of the country they live in and they’re making a big deal out of it. It is as if I was stopped by a traffic police inspector for speeding, and I would start filming him on camera and shouting that he is a scoundrel.

The rules are the same for everyone, tomorrow I will say we are Pastafarians and put a colander on my son and ask him to reckon with his faith.

I’m sorry, I was pretty bombed.

Continuation of the post “The Cannon is Scary by Makar!”

Very funny continuation to goal Makarov from Dynamo social media – the camera caught a funny couple in the stands: both clearly did not sleep (if you know what I mean), the man literally sleeps, she just yawns. And here comes the goal, their reaction – it’s a lot of fun)))

The serfdom of our age.

An acquaintance complained. She decided to change jobs – she was offered better conditions – a higher schedule and higher pay. She wrote her resignation letter at work. The deputy director said ok. Two weeks I work it off, hand the job over and then she was free. On the 13th day he called her and offered to increase the salary, she refused. On the 14th day the director summoned her and said that she would not go anywhere, he had big orders and no time or desire to look for new employees, but the salary should be increased. In the department of human resources about her statement is not aware of it, it disappeared into the deputy’s desk is not signed apparently. Yes, shortsightedly did not register her statement. But somehow with such a lot of years of work I have not encountered. While writing a new job can sail away, and so she creaked waiting for two weeks. All in all, fun, nda.

The serfdom of our age Dismissal, Bosses, Salary, Old Photo

Response to the post “Relatives”.

I chatted with the girls in my senior class at school, there was a boy in their class from an orphanage. And he was unlike many others decent, pretty calm, moderately funny and not mean. When he got out of the orphanage he was given a pension. He went to the village where he lived as a child and was killed for that money. I think his friends (either from the village or from the orphanage). Many years have passed, but I still remember his face and his tall figure. He wanted to go to college in Stavropol. But his friends killed him. Threw him in a ditch. I don’t know why, but that detail made a big impression on me.

We could have fought about the apartment and not talked to each other for the rest of our lives.

Had a big fight with my older brother over an inheritance. My grandfather gave me a one-bedroom apartment in an old house. I yelled at my brother that he had a family, kids, and it was a great down payment, and he foaming at the mouth proved to me that somehow he would cope, and I, a single young girl, needed this apartment more. There was nothing to divide, the amount was relatively small. I had to put pressure on my parents to get the money for him. I realized that we were brought up right. I love him, I love his wife and kids, and I don’t see how it could be otherwise)

Savona, Italy - what to see, where to eat, and what to do in the evening

Continued post “She has an apartment and a car. That’s why she doesn’t want to get married. Why?”

I’ll answer all at once and I won’t even burn my account. Oh yeah. As a friend of mine says, “I’ll answer that with a song.” :)

1. I’m not special, there are plenty of people like me (pardon my French). I can only assume, but I will assume that we usually (not always) live in big cities and have achieved everything on our own. I mean. At a time when my friends/unfriends were getting married/divorced and whatever else they wanted, I was plowing like papa Carlo, and here’s the logical outcome. By the way, I don’t think I’m a prodigy. Because of those I grew up with, the good guys worked more and do not live in this country, but let’s not talk about sad things. :)

2. I am not against men. I don’t think all men are assholes or any other words and I don’t label people unless they show it for themselves. But I don’t like idiots, sorry if I offended anyone. I just find it demeaning to depend on someone. Just like I think it’s demeaning to marry “on the fly” and postulates about the bunny and the lawn. I don’t think a woman is characterized by children or men.

(3) Here we come to the “union of equals. Yes, man and woman are not equal by nature, that’s a fact. But. To me, for a successful, happy marriage, “you must have read the same books as a child.” People have to be on the same page, equally independent. I’m independent at the moment, and I’ll be vulnerable on maternity leave (if it comes at all), and then I’ll be independent again. What kind of man should I trust with my vulnerability? Incredible (to me). Marriage should be better than before marriage, not because someone to someone 100 rubles, and someone in return a pussy. Or you can fantasize about your own options. The institution of the family in this country is ruined, it’s a fact. Everyone lives according to his morals.

4. Here’s a strawberry, finished it, congratulations. :)

How do I have sex? You don’t. End of post.

Okay, I’ll explain. I haven’t been interested in fucking for the sake of fucking for a long time. I can give pleasure to myself, because I have hands, and I’m not banned on pornhub :) For me sex with a man is feelings, and for them to arise, it is necessary to communicate. About the institution of the family I have already written? I’ll write again. I get the feeling that sex now is not something intimate, not magic, but fast food. You know, like. On the first date you have to kiss, on the third date you have to give. And then we’ll see. You know what I learned from the last relationship? Why didn’t it work out? The thing is, my ex-boyfriend was like a shitload of bullets. That’s the end of it. I want my man to be my best friend. And then everything else. And of.

San Gimignano. The cultural heritage of the provincial town

5. I’m not on Tinder. I mean, people go out on dates and act like they’re some sort of thing. I don’t. I’m just lazy. I was in St. Petersburg. I went to a bar with some friends. It was time to go to a hotel, so I walked (the bridges were open, cabs wouldn’t come). I stumbled upon a really cool bar while I was walking. I had a drink, danced, and went on. The next day my friends ask me: who were you there with? I said: with the coolest person in my life. With me :)

6. For dessert. About warmth. It may turn out that someday I will meet someone who will touch the strings of my soul. And it will be wonderful. And if I don’t, fuck it. :)

The Algarve, Portugal – the infinity of the sea

The Algarve region of Portugal consists of picturesque bays and curves of sand framed by jagged cliffs. The wind-cut mountain ledges are a must-see part of the landscape, as thousands of advertisements have captured this image. It’s easy to fall in love with it, it’s harder to give it up. After all, even from a distance it can remind you of itself – by a salty breeze or the cry of seagulls. It seduces and is addictive.

Fabulous Algarve

Without its constant presence, not only the Algarve, but the whole of Portugal would lose the meaning of its existence. In the homeland of the sailors, the sound of the ocean has always accompanied daily life, but in the south of the country it can be heard most clearly. For locals, the expanse of sunshine is a constant reference point. Here everything begins and ends by the sea.

The Algarve, Portugal - endless sea

The fabulous Algarve

At dawn the boats return to the small port of Alvor with the deafening roar of engines. People unload barrels filled with fish, sprinkle the contents with salt and hand them over to the traders. A few hours later, a fish market opens in Olhao.

The vendors, who will never get rid of the smell of sardines, move the goods to the long counters: ribbon-like scales with their blind spots, silvery perches there and some unknown sea creatures further away. Despite the fact that they are scary to look at, they are in demand; a kilo of them ends up in the bag of a perky hostess.

Where the beaches are wide – the Algarve of dreams

Picturesque bays and curves of sand framed by jagged cliffs are the Algarve of dreams. However, the eastern part of the region is quite different. They call it Sotavento , the Leeward Coast, although even here it can blow. The land is protected from the elements not by a barrier of rocks, as in the west, but by long shoals. The strip of islands resembles a natural breakwater, which has formed a shallow lagoon between the land and the ocean – a labyrinth of channels, brine and peat bogs.

It’s a blessing for the landscape: large hotels can’t be built on barrier dunes. Small ones can’t either. But you can walk on the beach for hours. On Ilha de Tavira, for example, which guarantees those who wish to do so 11 kilometers of blissful time alone with the Atlantic.

The lava lakes of the world

The Algarve, Portugal - endless sea

Where the beaches are wide – the Algarve of dreams

At the height of Faro, the lagoon widens . The wetlands, flooded equally by the salty tides and the fresh river current, are ideal for growing oysters. Or for nesting birds. In the floodplains of the Ria Formosa, visitors from the north winter: ducks, plovers, curlews; newcomers from Africa pay a visit. The area is protected, and lagoon cruises serve as a model for sustainable, eco-friendly tourism. Who would have thought that a one-on-one with a flamingo colony or even a local stork could evoke such emotions?

You don’t need to be an ornithologist: the guide will explain that the dark ball of feathers with a red beak is a mantis, which is easier to see on the reserve’s logo than in nature. Just get the binoculars! Not all areas are so lucky. Barlavento, the “windward” part of the coast, feels more the benefit of the resort masses than the winds. There are plenty of hotels, bars, clubs, golf courses and, of course, beaches – but how different.

Albufeira, once a charming fishing town, has over the years tried to reconcile the hustle and bustle of the sea with the quietness of the side streets. Today, the old town, surrounded by a ring of apartment buildings, resembles a scenery. But the developers are rubbing their hands together.

If Albufeira does not have enough room for another apartment building, Portimao is waiting in reserve. There a third can always be squeezed in between two high-rise buildings. The only pity is that everything happens next to the country’s most famous beach, Praia da Rocha.

Looking toward the ocean brings relief, toward the city – aesthetic shock. The entire coastline is concreted, there are stylish places, such as the restored Hotel Bela Vista, built back in 1937, but Portimao, turned into a dream factory, has a plastic sheen instead of heart. Fortunately, some beaches can be explored like fairyland. Prainha lies among rocks shaped with such imagination that you want to name each one. A gorge opens up between towers burrowed into the sand, and the road disappears into a cave. How can you not look inside?

The Algarve, Portugal - endless sea

Where the beaches are wide – the Algarve of dreams

You can see the sky through a crack in the ceiling, and the passage leads to another cove. Such is Barlavento as a whole: behind one crowded beach lurk ten others, where nature is still most important. On the beach of the Three Castles, next door to Praia da Rocha, a scarlet cinnomony grows. Seemingly nothing special – just a strange plant with a wavy shape. But it is a very rare perennial, which was once attributed miraculous properties and valued above gold (in Malta, its collection was punished by galleys). Today no one pays any attention to it. Perhaps this is for the best.

Where the coastline curves to the north, the coast changes again. The ocean attacks without mercy, the waves crash at the foot of vertical cliffs, and the wind blows your head off. However, there is no shortage of fantastic beaches. Sometimes the waves make it impossible to swim, but they attract surfers – as, for example, on the sandy stretch in Odeixa , which is washed on one side by the river and on the other by the Atlantic. Another view to add to the collection – and yet untouched.

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Moorish element.

For many tourists, the Algarve is synonymous with Portugal. For those living in the north of the country (which begins in neighboring Alentejo), quite the opposite. “It’s foreign,” they complain in Porto . – The pubs only have menus in English.” “It’s not Portugal,” they nod in the Douro Valley. – You want to eat cod, but there are only pizzerias around.”

“This is Africa.” – Lisboetas clarify . They spend their vacations here, but it feels like Morocco. The Algarve was the last region reclaimed from the Moors. The conquest of Faro in 1249 ended not only the Reconquista period, but also more than five hundred years of Arab occupation – although after so many centuries, the masters of Al Gharb province could hardly be considered invaders . Their legacy survives to this day. In the names, the cuisine, the handicrafts, the swarthy complexion and the mentality of the locals – strong family ties, neighborhood solidarity. It is less evident in the architecture. There are no mosques here as in Andalusia, but there are towns with a density of buildings reminiscent of the traditional medina of Rabat or Fez.

The Algarve, Portugal - endless sea

A Moorish element.

In the port district of Olloa, squeezed into a dense network of streets, houses with flat roofs that were once used for drying fruit or collecting rainwater cling to one another. On sweltering nights, they carry mattresses, and you can sleep under the stars.

The Arab construction was inspired by fishermen from overseas, as Olhao was not founded until the 17th century. Subdued echoes of the past can also be heard in Lagos and Tavira, historic cities far removed from tourist clichés.

A walk through Lagos is an overview of typical Algarve architecture: single-story buildings, facades framed by colorful glyphs and roof terraces hidden behind a decorative cornice. In Tavira, the façade stucco takes on even richer forms, allowing even an inconspicuous house to acquire an identity. The most beautiful city in the Algarve boasts 32 churches, most of them open only on public holidays. The keys are entrusted to diligent parishioners and they never let them out of their sight. There are authentic Phoenician and non-genuine Roman remains (the bridge, proudly named Ponte Romana, dates from the 12th century), and many houses have unique hipped roofs covering individual rooms rather than entire buildings.

Arabic roots are preserved in the details, such as the reixa doors with wooden wicker gaps. Some also find them in openwork chimneys. “They look like minarets.” they claim. But this is a mistake. The Moors did not use chimneys .

The only inheritance from ancient decorations is precision workmanship. A chimney in the Algarve can have an ending in the form of a dome, dovecote, bell tower or rooster. The design is never repeated.

Tourists in the Algarve

The Algarve, Portugal - endless sea

Tourists in the Algarve

The farther away from the ocean, the fewer tourists there are. The agricultural region of Barrocal and the border ranges of the hills is a sun-drenched land of pines, cork oaks, fig trees, bean fields and olive groves. In the valleys grow azaleas, jasmines and oleanders and almond trees. At a time of ubiquitous standardization – admirable.

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