I woke up really early that morning, the bag was already packed, and I went downstairs for breakfast. Typical breakfast in Portugal is very light, and sandwich or a pasty with coffee. I was enjoying my meal outside. The air was so fresh, and the sun was so bright. Just a perfect morning.
Once I had my coffee, I went for my last walk in Faro. I wanted to see the town in a daylight. There were hardly any people at this time on the street. It felt very private, just me and the town, face to face. I heard the local birds singing their own local songs, the air whistling some local melody, the cats talking their local language. Everything was talking to me, telling me stories, I loved how it sounded, but I couldn’t understand the meaning. And I will come back to learn.