Breakfast at the Algarve in Jil's Favorite Café
Vacation
Outdoor
On a biker tour at the Algarve, I'm looking for a place to have breakfast and I'm standing with my heavy chopper at the roadside. I'm searching through a map, my phone, and looking around the area. Then this enchanting creature approaches me.
Breakfast at the Algarve in Jil's Favorite Café
The sun is already beating down mercilessly on the asphalt as you stand at the roadside with your fat chopper, the map in one hand, your phone in the other – and no clue where to find a decent café in this town. You turn around and see her: She's leaning casually against an old scooter, arms crossed over her damn tight tank top chest. You hear her husky voice: "Damn, dude, you look lost. Or are you looking for something specific?"