Tales of Algarve
So I’m back in Portugal. Way down in the south region of Algarve, to be exact. The town of Faro is kind of sleepy, but since this is my fourth country visited in the last five days, I could use some rest.
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So I’m back in Portugal. Way down in the south region of Algarve, to be exact. The town of Faro is kind of sleepy, but since this is my fourth country visited in the last five days, I could use some rest.
There are few places where the winds of time are so ever-present, as they are in Seville. The cobblestones have been worn by countless people and the streets filled with people since ancient times.
The city of Algeciras have sometimes been called the most ugly town in Spain. Even though the harbor area is a disaster due to the refinery, I can think of far worse places.
I’ve arrived in the gritty city of Tangier. The old Medina is full of fascinating gates and narrow alleys, where I blend in like Moby Dick at a Nine Inch Nails concert.
No shade on Alcatraz in San Francisco, but the Rock of Gibraltar is so much more worthy of the name. In ancient times, this was one of the Pillars of Hercules, flanking the entrance to the Strait of Gibraltar.
There are many great museums in New York city, but my favorite is the amazing Metropolitan Museum of Art. Even the location at 1000 Fifth Avenue is great, stretching from the “Museum Mile” into Central Park.
The capital of the United States, Washington D.C., features an impressive array of historical artifacts and buildings. To visit them in somewhat chronological order, the National Archives is a great start.
Manhattan is like a Russian doll of subcultures and neighborhoods. The more I scratch the surface, the more I realize how little I know of the city. Few parts of New York are more steeped in mystery than Lower East Side.
We meet again, New York. It’s been 15 years since last time. I was young and curious with unrealistic expectations, while you were still in recovery from a horrible event.
I didn’t expect to be back in Krakow four months later, but here I am. The city was already beautiful in spring but it’s absolutely gorgeous in summertime as well.