After the intensity of Peniche and Supertubos, I was ready for a change of pace. The Algarve, Portugal’s southernmost region, felt like the perfect destination. Known for its warm waters, golden cliffs, and a mix of beginner-friendly and challenging surf spots, it promised a balance of relaxation and adventure.
The drive down was unforgettable. The scenery shifted from rugged coastal towns to rolling hills dotted with olive trees and whitewashed villages. As I neared the Algarve, the temperature climbed, and the air felt lighter. By the time I reached Sagres, the laid-back surf town at the region’s western tip, I was ready to unwind.
Sagres has a special vibe—equal parts wild and welcoming. It’s not polished or overly touristy, but that’s what gives it charm. Surfers, backpackers, and locals mingle easily, sharing stories over beers at beachside bars or lounging in the town’s small cafes. I checked into a surf lodge run by a young Portuguese couple who welcomed me like family. They handed me a map of the area, pointing out their favorite surf spots and a few “secret” beaches they claimed weren’t on anyone’s radar.
My first stop was Praia do Amado, a popular beach break about 30 minutes north of Sagres. When I arrived, the lineup was mellow—mostly a mix of beginners and intermediate surfers. The waves were forgiving, but they had enough power to keep things interesting. After the intensity of Supertubos, it felt good to catch a few easy rides and rediscover the joy of surfing without the pressure of perfecting every move.
The next day, I ventured to Zavial, a quieter spot tucked away between dramatic cliffs. The wave here was faster and steeper, and the crowd was noticeably smaller. It felt like a hidden gem, the kind of place you only find if you’re looking for it. I caught a handful of waves, each one a little better than the last, and spent the rest of the afternoon lounging on the beach, soaking up the sun.
What really stood out about the Algarve, though, was its diversity. One morning, I surfed at Arrifana, a picturesque beach framed by towering cliffs. The waves were clean and long, perfect for carving turns. That afternoon, I drove to Cordoama, a wild and windswept stretch of coastline that felt like it belonged to another planet. The waves were messy, but the solitude made it worth the paddle.
Outside of the surf, the Algarve had plenty to offer. I spent evenings wandering through Sagres, eating fresh seafood at small restaurants where the menus were handwritten and the owners chatted with you like old friends. One night, I joined a group of fellow surfers for a barbecue at the lodge. We swapped stories under a sky full of stars, laughing about wipeouts and sharing tips about the best places to visit.
The Algarve wasn’t without its challenges, though. The wind could be unpredictable, and some of the more popular beaches got crowded as the day went on. But these were minor inconveniences compared to everything the region had to offer.
By the end of my week in the Algarve, I felt rejuvenated. The waves weren’t always perfect, but the warmth of the people, the stunning landscapes, and the relaxed pace of life made every session memorable. It reminded me why I started this journey in the first place—not just to chase waves but to embrace everything that comes with them.
As I packed up my van to head east toward Lisbon, I couldn’t help but feel grateful. The Algarve had given me exactly what I needed: a mix of adventure and reflection, excitement and calm.
Next stop: Lisbon and its surrounding surf spots.
Let’s see how the capital city compares to the wild coasts I’ve left behind.