Lagos Round 2

I went to Lagos, Portugal... again. This group wanted a fun beachy weekend so I recommended this one. It was fabulous! The nice thing was, I did some different activities and there were new people so it was like a totally different trip.

The beach right outside out hotel.

The next two pictures go together- the first one is when the tide was in. I jumped off the giant rock in the middle and it was so exciting! Kinda scary at first, but a few other kids went first so I had an example. There were no rocks below it, but we could see all the way to the bottom so it looked like we were jumping into 2 feet of water!
The picture after it is low tide. It's so crazy what a huge difference there is!

Part 1: This is the rock I jumped off! It was so exciting!

Part 1.5: This is me being so proud that I climbed up there all by myself! (I'm sure you can imagine how coordinated and graceful I was.) So proud.

Part 2: The rock on the left (not the far left, but the second to the left closer to the beach) is the one I jumped off during high tide! It doesn't even look like the same beach!

We went to the End of the World for the sunset again. Except this time it was FREEZING and super windy! We got off the bus, took some quick pics and got back on! Check out my hair- so windy! So we watched the sunset from the back of the bus. Still an awesome and beautiful moment the second time around.

Right when we got to the hotel, we went on the Sangria Cruise. They put us on a huge sailboat and took us to these caves around our beach. I cannot express how beautiful it is here! Nor how clear the water is! It's teal. Teal, clear, and beautiful.

Our guide is behind us. He could drive a speed boat like no one I've ever met. Professional almost-rock-hitting-but-missing-just-in-time.

I knew the tour guides from the last 2 trips I went on with them and once again, they were fabulous! I got pictures with all of them and they were just a blast. Portugal round 2 was a definite success!

I go to Rome on Wednesday night for my last trip! I have 17 days until I pick up my parents and grandparents!! Holy moly this flew by. I still have a hard time believing I've been here for almost 9 months. That's a long time! I keep having these "Life Moments" where I realize that I'm standing in Spain dancing Flamenco in the street (which we did), or grabbing a Schwarma to go while speaking spanish to a stranger, or jumping on and off city buses like I own the place.

This has been such a blessing and a fabulous experience. But I can't get all sentimental yet! I'M GOING TO ROME IN 4 DAYS! It's not over!