Belle’s Adventures in Portugal – Part 2

What a lovely break. For four days I have lounged in the sun and enjoyed good food and great company, washed down with ample lashings of sangria, and now I feel relaxed and rested, and ready for my next trip.

Our weekend basically consisted of laying down, sunbathing, eating and drinking, so a day by day account would be a bit much. We had some interesting conversations, fuelled by wine (apparently KP freezes bees “just so they’re dormant, not dead” and ties sewing thread to them, so that when they wake up she has a bee on a lead. Ooookkkkaaaay. She seemed surprised none of us had done this before!!)

We ate lots of fresh fish and seafood, and drunk a variety of sangrias; white, red, and one that was odd and smelt like dog food.

And then came the last night. After a day on the beach we came back and KP made some cocktails, these were consumed at a leisurely pace and decided to go to the local pub. We had some food, some more sangria, and then four of the girls headed off for shots at the bar. I sat with the other two, smug that they would be hung-over for the flight home and how I would be feeling perky and fresh.

Then I fell from grace. I went to take some pictures of them (the shots were on fire, people!!) and after some light persuasion, found myself sitting at the bar, playing catch up. It descended into some awful, shout spirits at the bar guy who would then put them all in one glass, some on fire, until KP had to do the get-off-the-bar-stool-see-if-I’m-drunk test.

She was fine, so we carried on (drunk logic prevailing, obviously!!) by this time the bar was empty and the bar manager was doing the shots with us. Eddie must be in his late 60’s, so this encouraged us all the more.

After they had done ten shots, we decided to call it a night, but after settling the bill, we were given a complementary shot.

We weren’t allowed to know what was in it (spot our second mistake) so in true holiday spirit we didn’t question. Turns out it was half tequila (doesn’t make you happy) and half whisky.

KP had to run home to throw up, and the rest of us merrily made our way back to the house, where we cranked up the iPod and turned the front room into a disco. There are some rather interesting photos from that portion of the night “I know, let’s all lay on the floor, with our arms and legs in the air and take a picture!!” and then obviously, I was sick too.

So I woke up yesterday morning with a hangover from hell, a diabetic sugar mess and a hell of a tidy up to do. Luckily Jo had super cleaned the house so our spirit addled brains didn’t have to deal with that too much. Breakfast was a hotdog and chips, and when the minibus came to pick us up I couldn’t talk to anyone, such was the level of my hangover. I was merely concentrating on not throwing up.

Easy jet made a killing on us though; we were ravenously hung-over hungry. On our little row we consumed two sandwiches, a cuppa soup, a muffin, two pots of Pringles, a cup of earl grey (me!) and two bottles of water. The flight was only two hours long!

By the time I got home I was so tired I wanted to die, so had a bath and went to bed. I think I’m getting to be a little old for this! The alarm was a shock this morning, and I’m back to sanity and the working week with a bump. At least there are only three days till the weekend though.