Es(Cape) Verde

februari - maart 2025
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  • Better Call Sal

    25 februari, Kaapverdië ⋅ 🌬 73 °F

    Greetings from the island of Sal in Cabo, or Cape, Verde- a country off the west coast of Africa, consisting of a string of islands. And fair warning, I am a ginormous "Breaking Bad" and "Better Call Saul" fan, so I'm taking full advantage of the island's name (Sal!).

    Cabo Verde is its own country, and #84 in my li'l collection. But until it regained its sovereignty in 1972, Cabo Verde was a Portuguese colony for over 500 years. The colonial period was ugly for many reasons, including famines, being used as a penal colony for expelled Portuguese Jews, and the many Cabo Verdeans who were stolen into slavery and forced to work in the salt mines (clever readers will note that the name of this island is literally Sal, or "salt" in English). Like many countries colonized by Europe, today Cabo Verde is a gorgeous place, but still recovering from the colonial damage, while adapting to tourism from those same countries.

    This is my long-winded history nerd way of saying: We are not in Mexico. Cabo Verde is not Cabo San Lucas. I promise, we are in Africa!

    We arrived on Sal in the late afternoon, and checked into our beachside apartment. The owner of the building is a fellow expat American who has lived here since the 1980s, and he happily pointed us to the nearest grocery from the building's rooftop. And I do mean literally pointed; Santa Maria, the capital town of Sal Island, is that small. So we walked five minutes to pick up essentials: coffee, milk, wine, yogurt, and Cabo Verdean biscuits that are sold everywhere in unmarked bags. They taste like Danish butter cookies in that blue tin. Nom nom nom.

    We headed out for a late dinner at Criollo, a local restaurant recommended by our host. I ordered the local fish stew, Matt ordered the local rice dish (fish, sausage, and white beans in a thick stew). The food was typically African, with lots of beans, local fish, root vegetables, and rice (though ironically, not with a ton of salt!). We split a pitcher of local wine- yes, Cabo Verde makes wine! Much like the nearby Canary Islands and Greece's Santorini, Cabo Verde is a volcanic island with excellent winemaking soil. The wine was good, but for €3 per liter I shall bump that rating to "excellent."

    We don't have a ton of plans for the next week beyond "spend time on the beach" and "read books." So far, so good.
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  • Sal Good, Man

    26 februari, Kaapverdië ⋅ 🌬 73 °F

    Oooh, ANOTHER "Better Call Saul" reference. I'm on fire.

    Today was a gloriously lazy island day; we didn't get up until past 10am, then after several coffees, didn't manage to leave the flat until after 11am. We decided that was perfect timing and weather to walk down Santa Maria's beachside promenade in search of lunch.

    When I envisioned a beachside walk in Cabo Verde, I expected palm trees, beach bars set up in thatch huts, locals selling random trinkets and street food, and stray animals lounging in the sun. What I hadn't expected was the proliferation of upscale, small eco-resorts with pools and private beach access, and higher-end, overpriced bars and restaurants lining the promenade, catering to white European tourists. No joke, there was even an Irish pub. And I will just say that if you come to Africa and go to an IRISH PUB I do not want to know you.

    The area had clearly been developed quite recently, and despite the gorgeous beachside setting, lacked any authentic African island feel (or pricing). It reminded me of the Spanish island of Mallorca: All the local life is in the middle of the island, and the rich tourists are isolated in a northern resort zone, in the locals' no-go zone.

    So we abandoned the promenade and walked the opposite direction towards Santa Maria town, where we found a small restaurant in a bus parking lot that was filled with Cabo Verdeans. It had no menu, and served, according to the server, "just chicken." And it was just fabulous- for an island surrounded by fish, this place knows how to roast a chicken. And at €14, our two lunches and four beers cost less than a single overpriced cocktail we'd seen on a promenade bar's menu.

    We discovered a beach bar near our apartment, far away from the promenade. The bar was similar to my beloved Catalan xiringuitos (beach bars in the sand), so we spent the remainder of the day there, reading and drinking adult beverages while enjoying the sand between our toes.

    Later in the evening, we watched the sun set over the Atlantic Ocean from our rooftop. Eventually, we ventured out to find dinner; Sal is very small, and that same fancy beach promenade curls away from the beach, and becomes the main tourist walkway through Santa Maria town. While the rest of Santa Maria is unevenly paved, filled with random concrete architecture, intermittent street lighting, and populated with shops and restaurants bearing handwritten signs, this one promenaded street reeks of money. It is obviously meant solely for the rich white Europeans, and frankly feels like Main Street in Disneyland. The lighting is perfect; the cobblestones on the walkway are new; and every shop and restaurant has perfect signage and matching decor. It was a bit unreal and off-putting, so we walked to a nearby neighborhood bar where we had salads and fish and watched football with the locals. To be fair, the "ensalada con queso de cabra" (goat cheese salad) was actually mozzarella, but at least it came with a side of authentic Cape Verde life.
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  • That's Sal, Folks

    27 februari, Kaapverdië ⋅ 🌬 70 °F

    We saw a LOT of Sal Island today. It was...a Sal-ty day (rim shot).

    We joined a small-group day trip to see Sal's most famous sights. There's no public transit on Sal, so if we wanted to see other parts of the island, this was one of the only ways to do it. Sal is barely 35km by 12km, but that doesn't mean I'm gonna walk. I am just saying.

    The van picked us up at 9am, and we headed off for Kite Beach, one of the world's most famous beaches for kite flying (weirdly, I already knew about this place, because Long Beach in Washington state hosts North America's biggest kite festival). Not surprisingly, it was windy on Kite Beach. I do not like wind. If kites could fly on warm sunshine, I'd probably be more interested in them.

    Our next stop was the small fishing village of Palmeira. Fishing is still one of Cabo Verde's biggest industries, and local fishermen still use small rowboats and handmade nets. The harbor was teeny and charming, and made even more charming by the local shopkeeper who invited us to sample her housemade grog (local firewater in various flavors and levels of toxicity).

    We next visited the famous Blue Eye of Sal. This is a weird natural phenomenon in an underwater cavern in a seaside cove. Somehow, the cavern is illuminated by the sun’s rays, making the water crystal clear, and creating a circular pool of shockingly bright turquoise in the water. The visual effect looks just like an iris of an eye. It was really beautiful, and I've not seen anything like that before. It's also big business for Capo Verde- that teeny pool has spawned a visitor's center, a restaurant, a gift shop, and a boardwalk promenade around the cove. Ahh, the sweet smell of tourism.

    By this time it was past noon, so we stopped at Dreams, a small restaurant beloved by our guide. It was a typical local African's lunch joint: plastic tables and chairs, the TV blaring music videos or football, and the owner's children underfoot. In other words, we were very excited because this place had all the signs of serving amazing food. And we weren't wrong- I ordered fogo (Cabo Verdean roast chicken), Matt ordered cachupa (Cabo Verdean bean and meat stew), and both were the best food we've had so far on this trip.

    After lunch we drove by an actual MIRAGE in the desert-like atmosphere. I have never seen this phenomenon in person, and it is mind-boggling. Apparently hot air reflects the sky, creating the illusion of a pool of water on the sand. People lost in the desert follow a mirage in hopes of finding water, but the illusion always appears at the same fixed distance, no matter how far someone walks towards it. "And that is how people die!" our guide explained cheerfully.

    Our final stop was at the Pedro Luma Salinas (Salt Pools). Back in the 19th century, this was a working salt farm; now, it's been converted to a giant therapeutic salt pool. (We were told that it's the second saltiest body of water in the world, next to the Dead Sea, but a cursory glance at Wikipedia called bullshit on that "alternate fact.") Unlike the Atlantic Ocean chill, the saline lagoon was warm and cozy. And like the Dead Sea, you can just bob happily in all that bouyant salt without any floatation aids. It was a fun way to end the day trip (well, at least until my salt crust solidified on the drive back to Santa Maria and fused me to the van's seat).

    We managed to see a lot of Sal in just eight hours, but no joke, I was exhausted by the time we got back. Tomorrow i plan on doing absolutely nothing except lie on a beach.
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  • Sal-ty Savoring

    28 februari, Kaapverdië ⋅ 🌬 72 °F

    After yesterday's eight-hour adventure around Sal Island, for our last day on this island, we decided to simply enjoy the beach and the perfect weather.

    We spent the day staring at some of the bluest water I've seen outside of the Mediterranean.

    It was.... blissful.

    And tomorrow is our anniversary! We shall celebrate by flying to the Santiago Island on a very tiny plane.
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  • I Got 29 Ways

    1 maart, Kaapverdië ⋅ 🌙 66 °F

    If that song title is unfamiliar, then here are 3 facts about it: It is an awesome bluesy song written by Willie Dixon in 1956; it was covered by Marc Cohn on his 1991 debut album, the same album containing our wedding song "True Companion"; and I clearly remember listening to this album on our wedding day, thinking "I'm going to play this '29 Ways' song on our 29th wedding anniversary."

    Holy shit...that day is today. And how does one celebrate 29 years of marriage? While I'm sure you know that the 25th and 50th anniversaries are commemorated with silver and gold respectively, I'll bet you didn't know that the 29th is observed by "waiting in an African airport."

    Or is that just us?

    We arrived to the Sal Island airport at 12pm for our 3pm flight to Santiago Island. This seems early because Cabo Verde Airlines doesn't have an online check-in process- it's more "show up before your flight and convince us to put you on this raggedy-ass plane." So our patience was eventually rewarded with boarding passes, and then we were ushered into what I can only describe as a "holding pen" for two hours. We took off just thirty minutes late (or as our guesthouse owner calls it, "on time"), but just 45 minutes later we were landing in Praia, on Santiago Island.

    Santiago Island is the most-populated island in Cabo Verde; half of Cabo Verde's 500,000 people live on this island, and Praia is the nation's capital. Fun nerd fact: Praia was Charles Darwin's first stop on the HMS Beagle expedition, when he proposed the theory of evolution.

    Santiago's city atmosphere is quite different than Sal's "island holiday" vibe. Santiago is a bit more grimy, has far more people, and contains a Portuguese colonial Old Town. Its beaches contain black volcanic sand instead of the white sugar sand of Sal. We've rented an AirBnB in a local family's home on the beach; and on one side is the ocean, and on the other is nonstop traffic. It's a bit jarring after Sal's remoteness.

    To celebrate our wedding anniversary, in the evening we walked into Old Town, known as "The Plateau." It's so named because it sits on a high volcanic plateau above the rest of Praia, accessible by (ugh) staircases leading up to the Old Town. We had been told that no visit to Cabo Verde is complete without a night at Quintal da Música in Old Town; Cabo Verde has its own music genres, including Morna (like tango) and Funaná (accordion-based), and Quintal da Música is famous for its nightly musical performances and Cabo Verdean food. We sat in the garden and ordered cachupa (Cape Verdean bean stew) and local fish, while listening to Morna music that to me, sounds oddly like a Vegas lounge act. And we toasted our anniversary with coconut grogue liqueur and bananas flambéed in grogue.

    A bit before midnight, we had coffees at an outdoor café near Quintal da Música; like most restaurants on the Plateau's nightlife street, the café was hosting live music. We listened to a band playing Cabo Verdean standards that had all the waiters and locals singing along word-for-word. It was a glimpse into local life, a moment that's become quite rare in this era of mass tourism.

    After our late-night coffees, we hailed a taxi and headed back to our Airbnb. Happy 29th to us.
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  • On the Road to Santiago

    3 maart, Kaapverdië ⋅ ☁️ 72 °F

    We're not on the road to THAT Santiago. Though I'm not gonna lie, I'm surprised just how many places are named "Santiago," even in Africa!

    We spent Sunday, our first full day in Santiago, relaxing on the island's famous Quebra Canela Beach, just a five-minute walk from our Airbnb. But after a lazy day of sunshine, this morning we headed out to see Tarrafal, a beachside fishing village at the northern tip of the island.

    There's no real public transport in Cabo Verde, so to get to the other end of the island, it's a 90-minute taxi ride or shared minibus journey. Taxis want €65 each way, and minibuses charge €6. Guess which one we chose! There's just one catch: Minibuses won't leave until all twelve seats are filled. So you might be waiting a while to depart....in our case, nearly two hours. To be fair, that was our fault; we got to the minibus depot at 8:30, hoping to catch an early, full bus, forgetting that nothing starts on these islands until 10am. Our bad. But we were entertained during those two hours, however; not only did I read a book, but a single young white woman dressed in what I can only describe as "white girl who has only learned about traveling via TikTok" swanned into the van. Her entry line to a van full of Africans (looking directly at us), spoken loudly: "It sure looks like someone speaks English in here." Classy. I can cheerfully say that travel influencers are just barely above bedbugs on the scale of things I do not wish to encounter on my holiday.

    The minibus ride took us over Santiago's volcanic mountains and through the national nature preserve. When we finally arrived in Tarrafal, I was struck by its completely different vibe than Praia's. Unlike Praia's busy city feel, Tarrafal had a much more tropical, beachy vibe. The beaches and ocean are stunning, and thanks to the sheltered coves, much warmer than Praia's. The beaches themselves are still filled with working fishing boats, though in 2025 they have to share the space with vacationers.

    We found an oceanside café just in time for lunch, and claimed the best table overlooking the beach ('cuz that's how we roll). This café served different types of fish, depending on what was pulled out of the ocean that morning. I chose the fresh bluefin tuna, and Matt opted for the bonito fish. They were spectacular, and as we ate, we watched fishermen bringing bags of fresh catch from the beach to the restaurant.

    We stayed at the table for a few hours, reading and enjoying the view with some hibiscus juice and beers. Around 4pm, we walked back to the minibus depot, where our van managed to fill up in under fifteen minutes. However, our speedy journey got a bit derailed by massive traffic jams as we approached Praia ("traffic jam on an African tropical island" was not on my bingo card today). We realized all the blockage was due to Carnival setup. That's right! Carnival, Fat Tuesday, Mardi Gras, Shrove Tuesday, whatever you want to call it...is happening tomorrow. We've been told to ratchet down our expectations (the island of Sao Vicente is apparently Carnival Central), but Carnival is awesome and I can't wait. So there.
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  • Tarde Mardi Gras

    4 maart, Kaapverdië ⋅ ☁️ 75 °F

    FYI: "tarde" means "late."

    So today was our last full day in Cabo Verde, AND Carnival Tuesday (aka Mardi Gras, Fat Tuesday, Shrove Tuesday...). Carnival is a big deal in Cabo Verde, though not on THIS island. But that's OK because I LUVS ME A CARNIVAL.

    Our original plans were to see the 15th-century Ciudad Velha (Old City) settlement, a UNESCO Heritage Site about 20 minutes outside Praia. It's Cape Verde's oldest settlement, and the oldest European settlement in the tropics. There is a ton of slave and colonization history, but it's also insanely difficult to get to unless you pay a taxi driver an obscene amount of cash to take you there. So the lazy me won out over the history nerd me, and we opted for lunch and Carnival in Praia's Plateau neighborhood.

    We climbed the staircase up to the Plateau for (hopefully) the last time. To access the Plateau, you must scale one of several steep flights of stone stairs straight up, and Praia has cheerfully painted all the stairs in rainbow colors in an attempt to charm me out of noticing the hellscape climb. (Please note that I am not fooled by this trickery. Screw those rainbows. I see you, Praia.) But it was definitely worth it- we found a tiny restaurant near the main square that offered a fantastic roasted chicken lunch special. With roasted potatoes, salad, and hibiscus juices, our total bill was barely €11. And luckily there was an ice cream shop next door to take my remaining cash, while also teaching me that Algodón Doce (Cotton Candy) is a shockingly delicious flavor.

    We walked around Praia's old colonial streets, now government buildings and museums. It's a gorgeous setting atop the Plateau, surrounded by the ocean. But it's also hell-hot without any shade, so we stopped in the leafy town square to share a bottle of Cape Verde wine, and get out of the sun for a while.

    Nobody we spoke to knew WHEN in "the afternoon" the Carnival parade was supposed to start: We were told 4pm, 5pm, AND 6pm. So we decided "afternoon" meant 4pm, and headed down the Plateau stairs to the main street hosting the parade, and staked out our curb real estate around 3:30pm. We bought Strela beers and popcorn from street vendors, and listened to the samba music playing in the streets. And waited.

    We noticed that we were the only ones there. The viewing bleachers and the sidewalks were completely empty (at least the line for beers was very short).

    We continued waiting...and still nothing by 5pm. At 6pm, the sidewalks began to fill with locals with costumed children in tow (Spiderman, unicorns, and ladybugs were very popular). But by 6:30 even the locals were getting restless. A bit before 7pm, dancers and floats FINALLY began to move down the street. The parade was led by the Carnival Queen and King, followed by a confusing float consisting of the Eiffel Tower, the Statue of Liberty, Reykjavik's (Iceland) Cathedral, and the Leaning Tower of Pisa; and flocks of sequined, marching children, who, I am not gonna lie, looked like they'd rather be anywhere but in this parade.

    And then, just twenty minutes later, everything stopped.

    Thirty minutes later, the parade resumed (only barely before the locals revolted); more floats, more forced child participation, another King and Queen. It was hilarious, and exactly fit my expectations of what this Carnival would be. I will say, however, that Santiago Island's Carnival is less of a "Carnival," and more of a neighborhood event that the locals seem to endure rather than actually "enjoy."

    We headed back to our Airbnb at 9pm, and stopped for one last drink on the beach before our departure early tomorrow morning. On our Airbnb's street was a beach bar in that particular style I've deemed "Euro-Douche": Overpriced cocktails, Thai-inspired bamboo and white linen seating (including beds!), random Euro-techno music, and those giant outdoor white "lamps." We ordered pontche and I enjoyed my drink on one of the beds. I am VERY cool. (This is the fiction I choose to tell myself.)

    Tomorrow we depart on an 8am flight back to Europe, for a single night in Lisbon before continuing on to Barcelona.
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