The tiny fishing village of Fuzeta in the western Algarve will always be special to me. It was my first introduction to all things Portuguese. It’s the closest village to the accommodations I first rented when I started coming to Portugal and I have such intense, and wonderful memories of walking back and forth across the Ria Formosa salt flats, lugging groceries, 5 litre bottles of water, tipsy from lazy patio lunches, and my list could go on and on.
Today, a dull and overcast Saturday, Marc and I decided to head into Fuzeta, park the car and wander along the harbour, the beach and part of the town. We couldn’t have picked a better day to do this.
We were both struck with the changes happening all along the waterfront and the beach. Heavy equipment was all over the place, large pipes being installed all along the shoreline for the preservation of coast and stabilization from erosion etc.. On the opposite of the harbour is a place that Gwen, Diane and I affectionally christened “the little beach”, very private and isolated. Not any more!! They have “imported” truck loads of sand and are developing that entire side of the old road and extending the beach. Tourism is alive and well, which is great for the locals but makes me feel a little sad. I’m thankful I had discovered it when it was still pristine and undiscovered.
We delighted in the glorious scent of the salt sea air. It was warmer than we had thought heading out this morning. We headed inland, towards the main square, to check out the menus and decide on lunch before hitting the grocery.
More changes. Our little restaurant in the square is no longer. Snack Bar Pierrot has a new patio, from the looks of things, new owners, and the menu was without prices….not a good sign. The main sign above the door is gone and the interior has changed so…..we decided to pass for today…..maybe another time.
We quickly decided to head on to the grocery store then go to another old haunt nearby for lunch….Eduardo’s in Livramento. We were not at all disappointed.
By now it was close to 15h00 and we were both a bit pooped from the wanderings and me a bit from the emotional reaction to seeing so many changes in this lovely, quaint little place I feel connected to. The weather co-operated in that it poured all the way home………seemed to work with my feelings!!! That said, I wasn’t sad at all, just nostalgic. We did notice a couple of things worth photographing along our route.
At home we settled in for the rest of the afternoon. Marc started a fire, which is blazing at the moment. I marinated a turkey leg……which could feed at least six people…..to accompany a portion of turkey breast for Marc (he’s not a dark meat lover) to be roasted.
And this for Gary…….we tried a new beer, confusing as it sounds German, and we bought it in a German grocery store, but the bottle and website says Spain!!! It was .99 of a euro for a litre…….here’s to you Mr. Kean.