![]() The boys got to climb a rope ladder up to their bunks 29 times a day, and lounge on the natural beanbags like a wet lettuce. We loved the warm, earth-toned interior of our family surf pod and the crisp white linens at night. We never used it because the hotel snacks were such brilliant value (€3.50 for a sourdough ham and cheese toastie large enough to feed three. Our room had a cool kitchenette for post-surf snack attacks. #FAMILY SURF HOLIDAY PORTUGAL BLUETOOTH#Rooms are kitted out with Bluetooth sound systems, a stove for wintry months, organic bath products and a melody of upcycled or cleverly repurposed furnishings. ![]() The bunk rooms look over Noah's vegetable garden. Most have a sea view, or alternatively they look on to grassy landscaped rooftops. I'd much rather my boys holiday with interesting people of all budgets and cultures than spend their vacation in a prissy bourgeois hotel.Įach of the 21 rooms are flooded with natural light and sea breeze, with floor-to-ceiling windows. There's no elitism, normally present in the hotel industry. There's even a communal kitchen right inside the main foyer, where you can choose the budget option of cooking your own fare, or sitting down and enjoying Noah's kitchen menu. The concept behind Noah's was to build an all-inclusive surf school with accommodation for every budget (see Getting There for prices).Īll guests have access to the same facilities. People who come here love learning, love nature, and actually love chia. You are just as likely to sit next to a Danish engineer slurping her smoothie bowl as you are beside a French backpacker knee deep in Nietzsche. Looking around, we notice that Noah Surf House attracts all sorts, from spirited youths to suave Swedish families. Refills are free, encouraging guests to ditch expensive water-buying habits.Īlready, I feel more virtuous than a canonised nun. ![]() I'm handed a large water bottle to fill with fresh water from the lobby when required (no single-use plastic on site). The vibe is palpably cool, calm, and collected - precisely everything I am not. Staff uniform is just as you would imagine - casual linens, Birkenstocks, denims and dungarees. They take their job of looking after you very seriously and with loving dedication, as if minding a celebrity newborn. Reception staff are your personal hosts - the beautiful sort of human beings you want your daughter to be, and your sons to marry. Let's call them out on their hotness, OK?).Īrriving at Noah's Surf House, you open the taxi doors to the roar of the Atlantic Ocean and a spray of salty sweet air. And here, at Noah's Surf House, I can jump in the rabbit hole and surround myself with walking repositories of human enlightenment yoga teachers, organic gardeners, skate boarding nymphs and very hot surf instructors (look, I spent 30 dull minutes trying to come up with a more reasonable description of surf instructors, but all were misleading. ![]() I'm magnetised to the notion of a better self a sort of sylphy celestial self in a parallel world that I hop in and out of like a bunny in a burrow. ![]() We chose it (I say we, like my husband has some agency in the matter) because Bali is too far away, and Donegal is freaking cold. Santa Cruz is a holiday town up the coast from Lisbon, singing in the summer months and purring in the winter. I'm almost tempted to send out a press release to claim responsibility. The local farmers are grateful and befuddled, with equal measure. Part of me wants to say that mortals and gods are not supposed to mix, but history throws up some interesting tales.Īnd so we arrive at Santa Cruz, mid-storm. The fact that it's a god, pleases me greatly. Or that Neptune, the Roman god of sea and fresh water, fancies the arse off me. #FAMILY SURF HOLIDAY PORTUGAL SOFTWARE#We routinely greet jaw-dropping, Instagrammable storms that would make windy dull days seem sprightly in comparison.įor now, let's assume that it's some impressive form of sorcery with a software bug. Sunday Independent readers familiar with my travels will already know that it pelts rain wherever I journey, like silver needles pouring from the heavens. What with using bamboo toothbrushes, drinking exclusively organic wine, and washing my bathroom tiles with lemon juice, respect runs deep in our loving relationship.īut Mother N can have some pretty inconvenient ideas about loyalty. I like to think Mother Nature and I are besties. ![]()
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