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Rainbow Waves

17 Nov

Rainbow wave. It sounds tacky, right? I know, but it’s not. I promise. It is awesome.

After a couple days showing David around my new hometown of Sevilla (and losing the love of my host family to my boyfriend over one cup of coffee) we embarked upon a travel to David’s motherland: Portugal, where the ocean stole my heart. Deep, indigo blues socialize with turquoise waves and red sand to create a breathtaking landscape. I know this is cliché, but I honestly thought these scenes only existed on the movie screen.

Hives got the ball rolling on day one in Lagos. My body hates me. I still, to this day, do not know the source of them but do know that popping Benadryl did not relieve the problem and only made me tired. Go figure.

This did not stop me; however, it might have made me loopy but it did not stop me and I was happy that Portugal greeted us with seventy degree weather in November. Accompanied by two friends from Sevilla we explored the quaint town and spent most of our time on the beach (walking, mind you, it wasn’t quite that warm.) Portugal’s bad economy is a blessing for poor student travelers and we ate well that night after one large trip to the grocery store. We ventured down to see the beach and stars at night and the tranquility of the ocean was gorgeous. Even in darkness the ocean roared of its black beauty.

The following morning we went to “THE END OF THE WORLD!” Pronounced just like that. In Sagres, Portugal (the most South-Western point in Europe) we gawked at the spot where Europeans believed the land stopped and the ocean took over. Completely surrounded by powerful waves and deep seas I can understand why one would be frightened to explore much further.

One of the most magnificent things I have ever seen occurred ten minutes before we hopped back on the bus. It was a simple, natural phenomenon that stopped me dead in my tracks. Right after I had decided to put down my camera and take in the scenery via my own lenses (contact, to be exact) a wave started to roll into itself and a glimmer of red, yellow, green and blue skimmed atop the swell.

Rainbow wave.

Rainbow Wave

Daredevil fisherman on the Edge of the World.

It happened once and I was speechless, and then it happened again and it was real. I mumbled something about how cool it was, words escaping any thought process I was having and stared and prayed, thanking God for putting me in the right place at the right time. Considering how light spectrums work, the sun’s rays were bouncing off the soft droplets of water from these majestic waves and were only visible to those angled just behind the wave. Needless to say, I picked up my camera again.

Evora, Portugal came next but not before a queasy four and a half hour bus ride thanks to the newbie they decided to train on this particular route. Arriving late at night we were lucky to find a small pizza place and after a not-so-good dinner went to bed exhausted and a little bit nauseous. The next day we explored the town of Evora, which is completely engulfed by medieval walls and is known for having the most intact Roman ruins. We decided to settle for a cheap lunch of just soup and walked into a café that was selling bowls for a 1.50 euro. When the waitress asked if we wanted bread, cheese and olives alongside our lunch well, we couldn’t resist. Large bowls of Portuguese soup filled us up for a cheap price and it was one of the best meals of the trip.

Lisbon greeted us with rain and a locked hostel that night. We may have frightened some passersby as we sat in the sheltered doorway until the hostel owner graciously came back to let us in late at night. I might have secretly wished that someone would throw us some change but alas, no luck. Don’t judge me, money is always welcomed.

Roman ruins in Evora, Portugal

Portuguese Soup

Fever struck David the following morning and the day consisted of weird but extremely cheap drugs (I considered stocking up), navigating the foreign language and prices in the huge Portuguese grocery store and attempting to make soup out of some expensive organic vegetable bouillon cubes (only ones I could find, of course) and lots of veggies. It didn’t look very pretty but it had to be healthy! (Sorry again, David.)

Health did not grace us until our last day in Portugal and even then it was a little wishy-washy. We were able to fit in an exploration to one part of the city, find a castle on the beach, walk through the church and enjoy some delicious pastries from a famous bakery. Lisbon, spark note style.


Statue in Lisbon

A trip filled with illness was not expected nor is it ever ideal while traveling but is that not beauty of traveling in itself? The good and bad come in waves, but in the end, what you have seen and experienced makes it all worthwhile. Stumbling through an unknown language, exploring new foods, soaking up every last drop of this unexplored territory and enjoying the simplest of beauties, even the last ten minutes of Sagres, Portugal because you never know when you’ll see a rainbow wave.


To see the rainbow wave in full action, watch David’s video:




Path leading to the End of the World.

The End of the World



It looks little because it is.




Castle on the beach in Lisbon