First off, anybody who ever said traveling alone is lonely was obviously doing it wrong. I too was a bit nervous about spending significant periods of time alone, but for the first four days of this trip I haven’t had a moment to myself. Since I landed in Faro, I’ve met over thirteen different people from all over the world and, truth be told, there was actually a moment where I wanted to be alone for a couple of hours. Granted this is only week one (of fifty-two), but even on days where I expected it to be slower, there have always people to meet and talk to.
All you have to do is turn to the person next to you at the hostel and say, “Hi, how are you?”
That’s literally it!
And it can be in English! Everyone speaks English.
Faro was an amazingly warm and hospitable city to begin my yearlong journey. It's a remarkably laid-back, sleepy little beach city full of relaxed locals, energetic dogs, and wonderful little shops peppered throughout the streets. The sun was out and shining every single day, and there is a refreshing breeze that flows throughout the entire city. I never once felt hot, humid, or uncomfortable... even after walking all day.
I can’t emphasize it enough; this city has perfect weather!