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Estoril in Portugal

They say that when Ian Fleming wrote his novel Casino Royale, from the series of the most famous spy in the service of His Majesty, the inspiration to set it came from the Casino of Estoril.

The biggest casino in Europe it was during World War II a select place where exiled royalty languished, the nest of spies where Axis and Allies sought warlike information and the land paid for adventurers and hustlers of every fight made fortune. Or they will try.

The label may have relaxed and the adventurous spirit sticks to the maximum amount one dares to bet on roulette, but I will confirm that on Saturday night, when I play there at black Jack.

Pray the saying that Scabies with pleasure does not itch. If we change the disease for that traveling virus that we try to infect you from Viajablog, it is obvious that I am very sick because I did not just land from Helsinki when I approach the airport of Barajas again. This time my destination is not 3500 kilometers from Madrid but much closer: I'm going on a trip to Estoril, capital of the municipality of Cascais.

With the sponsorship of the airline TAP Portugal and Tourism of Estoril, four travel bloggers from Travel Inspirers We will visit the area and tell you about its attractions natural (through my articles in Viajablog), of its aspect as a destination for wellness and health tourism (Carmen will do it healthily, in Trajinando por el Mundo), of the success of its gastronomy (gourmets of the world, envy of the chosen one, José Luís Sarralde, from Travel Guides). And one last aspect requires Doris Casares, 3 Trips a day, as a Bond girl (apart from being beautiful, because espionage will be her star theme).

My program is to visit Cascais, Crismina Dune, Guincho Beach, Carcavelos Beach (including a course to make public my manifest inability to balance on a surfboard, unlike David Escribano) and the westernmost point of continental Europe: Cabo da Roca.

Without foresight to ask for martinis (agitated, not scrambled), or to put on a tuxedo (although in my backpack there is at least one shirt), at this time I land in Lisbon.

Bem-vido to Portugal!

Photo | Beria (Wikimedia Commons)

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