For our final night in the van, we found a great surf beach and joined the other hobbos, van dwellers, and assorted ruffian in a large parking lot beside a beautiful beach. There was a little bar which had perfect views of the setting sun over the ocean. We were more than happy to linger for the evening and soak in the salty air and relaxed vibe.
The next morning, we had one more stop before returning to Lisbon – Cabo da Roca, the western-most point of Europe! We cruised south along the coast before arriving at the little sliver of land that reaches into the Atlantic. Andrea and I stood at the edge, the bit of mainland Europe closest to home, waving across the waters at the very distant Canada. We had a few more weaving roads to navigate before saying a bittersweet goodbye to our marvelous orange beaut which was home on wheels for the week. Portugal was an absolute treat and even now, sitting at my desk in London, the thought of Portuguese sunshine, wine, and this trip brings a warm smile to my face.