Portugal is clean. Lisbon is clean. The streets are clean. The restaurants are clean. The public squares are clean. The buses are clean. The castles are clean.

But most of all, the small towns are clean. So clean that sometimes they look almost deserted, until you spot an old man sweeping the sidewalk in front of his house or weeding the gardens along the main street.

There’s even a national competition to see which town is the cleanest. Town councils hand out free white paint (and dark blue or yellow for the trim, from the looks of it), and everybody paints their house (again). Okay, we’re laying it on a little thick (just like the paint), but it does seem like almost all the buildings in the little towns have been painted quite recently. And there’s no trash, and everything’s orderly, down to the vegetable gardens and fresh fish stands. The village that won the competition last year is ironically one of the poorest towns in Portugal. The joke in Lisbon was: “They’re so poor they don’t even have garbage.” Continue reading →