If you ever see me looking sharp in a shirt around Quarteira, Quinta, Vilamoura, or Vale do Lobo — don’t be fooled, it’s not me. It’s Aquasec Lavandaria in Quarteira.
I bring them a bag of shirts that look like they’ve survived a Ryanair flight in a bin bag, and they hand me back clothes so crisp they could be used as weapons. Perfect collars, smooth sleeves, not a wrinkle in sight.
The staff? Lovely. The ironing? World-class. The result? I walk around pretending I’ve got my life together, when really it’s all down to them.
Aquasec: ironing out my chaos since day one.
