Yesterday was too many miles. We tried but I think I beat up my partner in crime. He was licking his wounds this morning! So we have decided to stick with lower miles and not kill ourselves. Today was going to be a super wet day.

The best part was both of us woke up and agreed that we had the best night of sleep since we arrived! Maybe the milage wore us out or was it the fact, we actually somehow scored a King Size Bed. Most beds, if not all beds in Portugal are twin or full size. On a rare occasion we have had a queen Size Bed. But a King Size with two pillows each! That’s incredibly luxurious. No wonder it’s a Four Star Hotel. It earned every single one of those stars in my review.

We had a grand breakfast. Also included in the price of the room. After breakfast, we tackled the elements. For the first few kilometers, we had use of our umbrellas but once we ventured out from the protection of the buildings, we were doomed. Both umbrellas turned inside out and mine broke a spoke! Dang it, I love that umbrella. Be dammed, I’m gonna fix it with duct tape or some other material.

Between the sideways rain, and howling wind, we were soaked to the bone! I’ve heard the expression “sheets of rain” and today I can definitely say that I know what that means. As I looked out to the horizon, I could see what looked like a curtain of rain falling to the ground. It was a deluge of water, the most amount of rainfall that we have experienced on The Camino!

As we were walking through Moledo, a woman was coming out from a long driveway, her hands full with a big plastic bucket and a few lids. The wind ripped the lid off her pale, and luckily it landed in a puddle under her car. George to the rescue with his walking sticks. He walked across the road and managed to maneuver the lids close enough so he could retrieve them for her. She was so grateful, thanking him and praising his good deed. Then she offered us a ride. This is the part that truly shocked me. George said no. He was content with continuing our walk on a day like today, without bailing! Wow, he really is becoming the man I did not know I married! And so we continued, in the pouring rain.

We arrived to a town with a Cafe. Thank goodness. There were two Pilgrims leaving as we were headed inside. We swapped places, our wet backpacks in place of theirs. Espresso and croissants were waiting.

This was such a needed reprieve. We warmed up, dried off briefly and George visited the Water Closet (WC) a couple of times. The one thing I can say for Portugal is they have a wide variety of symbols and icons for WC. George pointed that out today, as he is sure that he’s visited every WC this side of Lisbon.

After our respite, we headed out to the cruel dark world again. It appeared that the weather was getting worse by the minute. The trees were howling and it was downright cold. George was limping a bit so no real speed was obtained today. We made it to Caminos where the Water Taxi would take us across to Spain. Rio Minho is the dividing line between Portugal and Spain. Much to our chagrin, the Water Taxi was out of commission. Now what? Being we were soaked to the core, a swim wouldn’t be out of the question. Luckily, there is another option. Jose has a motor boat and for 6 Euros, he’ll take you across to Spain.

There were three other gals that were ahead of us and we caught up with them. We all met at Jose’ Water Taxi, paid our way and headed to the dock. Jose walked in front, jumped in his boat that was filled with water, and started it up. He pulled the plugs and spun around the River a few times to bail the water out. Oh, this is going to be a fun ride.

Once he circled back, we loaded in one at a time. Then he gave us life jackets, as he said because the Policia requires them. He layed a rubber jacket over George and I as the rain was coming down so hard, he must’ve thought it would keep us warm. Then he sped off. The boat ride was, maybe five minutes and bless his heart that he was even running the boat at all. It was a hail force wind and rain like you would see in Seattle. I have been in a lot of weather in my lifetime, but this was about as bad as it gets!

We arrived on a sandy and wet beach. Jose jumped out of the boat and proceeded to help us one at a time. I landed first, with my feet in the water. No big deal being my feet and shoes were already soaked. George got out, then helped Jose with the other three ladies out. The mother of the two girls must’ve been in her 70’s. She was one tough cookie braving these elements. All 4’6” of her was pure grit and determination. Pilgrims, they are a different breed.

We made it to the Boardwalk and at this point the rain was fierce. All I could think about was moving, and moving fast. George was moving but not at the speed I was hoping for. I got ahead of him and found shelter under some Pine Trees. It looked like we might be getting a break in the storm. Thank God.

As we made it around the point, Punta dos Picos, I could see a slimmer of blue sky. The sun began to shine, the rain slowly stopped and I was one happy camper. We would survive to see another afternoon on the Camino. A bit over dramatic but it was touch and go for an hour or two.

As we made our way through the forest, there were odd symbols painted on the trees. Ends up these are Galicia markings symbolizing different religious traditions and rituals. They are quite beautiful and was our introduction to the way of the Spaniards. Much more to come on this front.

Once the sun came out and my body warmed up, I was much happier to walk at a slower pace. Our town for the night is A Guarda, a Spanish Seaside Village. As we rounded the corner, we could see the colorful landscape. It was much smaller than the town last night but was just as beautiful. No long Sandy beach but a rocky shoreline with a big rock jetty for boats to come to and fro.

We headed into town and found our home for the night. A 16th Century Convent that has been converted into a stunning hotel. Another incredible place to relax and regroup after a crazy day outside. We were escorted to our room with ocean views. Once again, the Camino has blessed us with more than ever. No bath, but one kick-butt shower with dual heads and room for two.

After we both got warmed up, it was time to find a laundry mat. Our clothes were wet and dirty, with no real options for hanging them to dry. We headed up the street and George, now able to speak the language, Spanish, he was able to get us where we needed to go. I loaded the washer and off we went to the Cafe-Bar across the street. It was Beet time and being we had a time change of one hour, it really was closer to 5pm. Not that it really makes any difference here. Let’s be real!

After laundry, we dropped off our clothes and headed to dinner. Another meal of nothing but fish, five kinds of fish from monk fish to swordfish to ray and two others that I don’t remember. But boy of boy, it was good eating! We polished it off with salad and espresso. And then we waddled back to our abode.

Well Lord, today was a tough day. For me, it was a head down, keep your hat on, kind of day. Even with George’s feet not 100%, he was the star of the day. He did what needed to be done, he was genuinely helpful and kind to perfect strangers and did it with a good attitude. And maybe even a smile too. That’s all you can ask for in a partner.

There are a few unspoken rules of engagement when it comes to life. If I’m having a bad day, you can’t. Only one person can have a bad day at a time. So George, thank you for letting me have my not-so-great day.

We did it. We woke up early and managed to get out the door before 8am, in the rain! I’m so proud of George. He really has come a long ways from being greener than green when it comes to backpacking, and now he’s charging out the door in a storm! Well, honestly neither one of us ran out the door, but we did what needed to be done. Rain or shine, we had some of our biggest miles ahead of us today.

We did a lot of road walking. We were a bit off the trail when we came in last night. But we planned that. However, knowing we’d have rain most of morning, it was more about getting back to the Camino the quickest way possible.

As we headed out of the Projects, as George called it, which wasn’t too far from the truth, kids were lined up for the Bus. No, we are not taking the Bus but the thought crossed my mind. We walked up and over the knoll, turned north onto the Main Street. We followed it for a good 3-4 miles before reconnecting onto the Camino.

George remarked that with the umbrella snd rain jacket, the rain wasn’t so bad. Who is this? My husband would never be caught dead outside in a rain storm. That’s what fireplaces are for, and warm houses. But here he was, with his umbrella, hat and rain jacket, in a downpour, not complaining. Well, only one complaint, wet shoes! I had the same complaint but I’ll never never ever wear Gortex on a trek. Unless I’m snowcamping or climbing a glacier.

We made it to a Cafe around 9:30am and had our double espresso and pastry. It was nice to shed, and get out of the rain for a bit. By the time we finished, the sky began to clear. We walked across the bridge to Viano do Castelo and praised the glorious sunshine. Yeah, the rest of the day was downright warm and sunny!

Pointe Eiffel and Viano do Castelo were quintessential European. They had the old architect, the colorful buildings, great cafes and people walking the streets. All the Store Owners were wiping down the tables and chairs, getting ready for the influx of people. Once the sun comes out, everyone sits outside and enjoys their espresso.

We made our way through the city streets. George stopped at the Pharmacy for Ibuprofen. I needed inserts for my trail runners. We were able to get both. Funny thing here in Portugal, you can’t buy Ibuprofen unless you shop at the pharmacy. They won’t sell it in the markets. From what we were told by Elizabeth, the government controls all over the counter meds. It’s nuts. A box of 20 tablets cost $7. But when you need an anti-inflammatory, you pay whatever price. George got his pills and my feet are happy with my new and improved footbeds.

The beach was our next stop. It was so different with the sun glistening over the ocean blue. We finished the day walking along the coast. There were a few inland passages but for the most part, we followed the coastline for the remainder of today.

This was a big day for George. We did close to 17 miles by the time it was done with a few breaks, a little beer and some pain meds. His knee is doing well but his feet are soft. I don’t think George has ever had a callous on his tender feet. Unlike me, my entire sole is one big callous, but my husbands foot is as soft as a newborn. This little walkabout is changing that. He is working on a few blisters which are now, turning to callouses. By the time we get to Santiago, his trail name will no longer be “Tenderfoot!” Or maybe he will just keep that.

Our last push was close to a mile walking on the sand towards Vila Praia de Ancora. We had been eyeing this town since noon in the very far distance, but now we could make out the buildings. There was one river crossing that George noticed, Rio Ancora. Good thing he saw this because I was barreling through without giving it a thought. There was a foot bridge that we headed towards, and before long, we made it to town.

Our nights lodging was another Four Star Hotel Meira. It was lovely. In town, close to all the provisions one needs and has a Bathtub! That’s worth another star in my book! Once settled in, I went straight for the tub. I so miss taking baths!

The gal at the Front Desk recommended an Italian Restaurant right down the street. That sounded perfect as the only thing close to Italian that we’ve had was Pizza. We both ordered Pasta, a nice bottle of Red from Douro River, salad and finished it up with Tiramisu and Cappuccino.

Ends up that this hotel also has a scale. Any guesses on how much weight George has lost? I have lost a whopping five pounds, or close to that, but my husband has somehow managed to drop twenty pounds! I can’t believe it! Way to go George! And with all that, to think this wasn’t a diet plan. That shows you what some walking can do for your waistline.

Tomorrow will be a couple of milestones. First thing, George will be a member of the 200 Mile Club! That’s a big flipping deal. Second accomplishment is we will be making our way into Spain. We have walked from Lisbon in southern part of Portugal to the northern most part of Portugal. And that’s pretty darn exciting.

Needless to say, this could not have been done without our Heavenly Father giving us the strength and desire to get up and walk day after day. Without His constant presence and guidance, we would not be where we are today. And that’s not just here on the Camino. We are blessed with each day, and never more. We have no idea what tomorrow will bring so living for the moments that are right here, right now is truly all we need. I cannot imagine what this journey will provide but I do know that the joy we have had, the love we have felt, the friends we have met, will be what we will cherish and remember for a lifetime.

After a night of feasting and playing pool, we slept like teenagers. No chance of getting up earlier than 7am. It’s a good thing we’re not staying in Albergues or Hostels because they would kick us out. Everyone is up at 6am and out the door by 7am. We finally packed up and made it to the Cafe by 8:00am. Just in time for the church crowd.

We had our typical double espresso with a shot of milk and croissants. It’s a jolt of caffeine and some carbs to get us moving in the morning. Today we had a calm cool day. No rain to speak of, literally no wind, just cloudy skies and perfect walking temperature.

The scenery was pleasant. Beach for the first few miles, then inland for most the day. Even though we are on the Coastal Route, it’s not all coastline. We headed to the base of the mountains and climbed a few bumps on the road. George broke out his hiking sticks and that seemed to power him up like a flying beast!

The villages were plentiful with lots of people milling around, bicyclists were, well biking, and we saw a couple of Pilgrims. In fact I saw my first family, Mom and Dad pushing a toddler along the Camino. In the States, I see a lot of families backpacking but not many Piligrinos with children.

The churches appear to be getting even more frequent, with each village having several. Some are newer but not like United States standards. So many were built in the 10-12th Century and the villages we are passing through have more modern churches built in 18-19th Century. They still have the same style, almost Mission-Style but with newer plaster.

We passed through many backyard gardens, with tons of squash and pumpkins. Of course kale and tomatoes were growing too. What was so beautiful today was the fact we were maybe 500’ above the ocean, with small mountains behind. The villages had gorgeous views of both ocean and mountains. It was quite a paradise in Belinho, Antes and Feital. All small villages but each had Cafes, Mercados (Family Markets) and some sort of hanging out spot. The Portuguese like to just sit and talk. And I think they love watching Pilgrims pass by. Buen Camino is the phrase they use to greet us. Have a good journey.

We stopped in a one-horse town of R.M. Rio de Moinhos. This has the first Biker Bar I’ve seen in Portugal. There was a sign for Pilgrim Stamps and I thought it was for this fine establishment called T.T. Bar. When I looked inside, all the guys were dressed in Leathers and didn’t appear to have a stamp for my Passport. I’m sure they could’ve devised one quickly but I figured I best not wait on that. I shuffled out the Bar Door and continued on.

We did make our way to a Delta Cafe and had our customary noontime hops with a bag of homemade potato chips. That carried us up and over the afternoon hill. We actually turned off the road and walked on a real dirt trail today. It was lined with pines and eucalyptus trees and the Rio Neive was flowing. There was a small waterfall and good amount of water that they constructed a rock bridge over the river crossing.

Once we made our crossing, we headed back west to the ocean. It was a bit of an off-shoot and no real trail markings to rely on. We meandered through a small town which looked abandoned but still had cats and dogs before making it back to the roadway. These villages always have some bit of charm to them, whether it is the homes that were built before time or the fact that Mother-Nature has reclaimed them. The amount of homes that have vines overtaking them surprises me.

Our feet finally landed back on the Coastline with no Boardwalk. This was purely compass-bearing walking. The town was north of us and the only thing separating us from Amorosa Beach was the beach itself. So off we went making our own trail.

This is what I’ve been waiting for. There was a creek that would eventually make its way to the ocean so as long as we stayed on the south side of it, we were good. Sure enough, we climbed up and over a few dunes and mounds of sand, and the big, not so blue, Atlantic Ocean, showed herself. It was a great ending to a perfect day.

We walked the beach for close to a mile before finding stairs that took us to the town of Amorosa . I think the stairs was the end of George’s day. That sealed the deal and it was time to get to our home for the night. Google Maps got us most of the way. This time we were only a quarter of a mile and we made a call to our host. She walked over to the Cafe and navigated us the last bit.

We settled in, unloaded our gear and prepared for a night on the town. Well there’s not much of a town but a square. Yet we landed on a great Seafood Place called Magma Caffe. It’s really part Wine Bar and part Seafood extravaganza. When we sat down, the waitress brought over two plates of appetizers and a bag of bread. I looked at George and thought if we eat this, why order dinner?

The waitress came back with some type of Pizza Appetizer and that’s when I explained to her that we didn’t order this. She promptly took everything away and we started over. Now we can order what we want. They had a Surf & Turf that sounded amazing. She asked me if it was for me or both of us? I’m thinking do I look like I can eat all of that myself? But then I am a big American and we are known for eating a lot. I tried my best to say that we would share the meal.

When it came, we could’ve shared the meal with a small army! It included a pound of mussels, pound of shrimp, sausages, meat, chicken, black beans & rice, potatoes and salad. Oh boy, good thing we saved our appetite because this will finish us off! It was scrumptious. No dessert tonight but we did follow it up with coffee and a Take-Away box, as they call it.

Thank goodness we had a bit of a walk back. Another outstanding meal. The Portuguese have food dialed up a notch over the Americans. And the price is within reach of most. Restaurants are typically full, at least by the time George and I are finished. We are typically the first to arrive for dinner around 7:30-8:00pm as most of the locals show up around 8:30-9:00pm. This works good for us since we don’t need to make reservations being most of the Portuguese are still walking to the Restaurant while we are eating dinner. It works well.

Tomorrow we will pickup the pace and attempt more like 15-16 miles, rather than 12-14. This means an alarm clock. Oh no! There’s a new sheriff in town and it’s time to get on the trail before nine! May the sweet Lord give us plenty of rest so we can wake-up refreshed and ready to hit the trail running! Well maybe just walking with a pep in our step!

First things first. I must apologize. I know I have been writing daily but somehow someway, my date is a day behind. I’m not sure where I messed up but as of today, I’m back on track. Today is Saturday, October 21st. And it is the 17th day of our journey, I think 🤔

Another raining day on the Camino. George and I had little miles to cover today. We didn’t set an alarm, which honestly, we typically don’t. We woke up when we woke up which was 7:30am. Not so bad being that breakfast isn’t served till 8am. We packed and headed down to the lobby, checked out and walked over to the breakfast hall. They had a great spread including scrambled eggs and some kind of boiled sausages. Not my thing, but I’m sure someone liked them. There was tons of fruit and yogurt. I ate to my hearts content and waited for the weather to change.

The weather guessers called for rain in the afternoon but here it was, early morning and it was already here. We dressed up like we were heading out to the Arctic Circle. Everything we had for cold weather gear was on our body’s. We are ready for whatever this day can bring!

Our first steps were finding the fastest route to the Boardwalk. Out the side door, over the slick ceramic tile, through the sand and back on the Boardwalk we went. There were many Pilgrims walking today. I guess they all decided rain or shine, here we come. And they came.

First we saw a couple of Bike-Packers heading southbound, which seems counterintuitive being it’s going away from Santiago. But maybe they have already been there and now they are riding home to South Africa. Long ways to ride. Hope the weather gets better!

As we walked through the ever-so small villages of Agucadoura and Apulia, we saw some familiar faces. Rudy, our German friend, who we met on Day One was walking with his friend Hochi, from Japan. They met seven years ago on the Camino and walk together almost yearly. We walked for a few miles until George and I stopped for lunch in Fao.

I’m sure you’re thinking these two stop and eat quite a bit. And you’d be right! Truly it’s a great way to break up the day, get out of the rain or heat or wind or whatever excuse we can find, to stop and eat. And while you eat, drinking must accompany your food. We found this little hole-in-the-wall place in the small tiny square. I walked in and knew immediately this is my kind of place. They had Dire Straits playing Money for Nothing with the entire playlist of nothing but, Dire Straits!

The Staff brought over a menu and I asked him what was a good recommendation. He went right to the hamburger which I knew George would like. I asked for fish or chicken. He said something in Portuguese like chicken and pointed at his biceps. Chicken arms? Oh Chicken Wings. Sure that’ll work. And two beers please. We are walking and need some extra hops and barley please.

When the Hamburger came out, George was amazed. It looked just like an American Burger, big and juicy. My Chicken Wings were great too. We devoured our food, and finished it up with espresso. Now we can venture back out. As soon as we got ready to walk out, the rain came back with a vengeance. Here we go again.

The walk out of town wasn’t too terribly wet, not until we crossed the River. Today was the first day I heard thunder. It was loud but no lightning. I believe the lightning stayed in the hills above us. This is another reason the Coastal Route is a better option right now. They are getting hammered in the mountains and on the Central Route. Tons of flooding, downed trees, mud and muck. And this girl has had her fill of mud and muck! No thank you Mother Nature!

Once we arrived in Esposende, we struck up a conversation with a couple of locals, George and Isabelle. We asked them about the bronze statue in the center of town. It is a tribute to the fishermen of the town, their hard labor and commitment to their families. It is truly a masterpiece of art. They escorted us to our home for the night, the RiverZenHouse. It’s a four bedroom house that evidently George and I are the sole occupants of tonight. Once we had our tour, Ana left us the keys and asked us to lock it up in the morning. There you have it.

We ran around like we owned the place. I guess we do for the night. I finally have a bathtub and George has a massage sprayer in the shower. This is living large. The balcony overlooks the River, which flows into the Atlantic. It’s a dreamy house.

I blogged for a bit while George took in the sights. We met back up and headed for dinner to O Baraco. Two separate people recommended the same place so that sealed the deal. Funny thing was they both pointed south to the Restaurant but Google Maps had me going north. What the heck is going on with this Mapquest. After walking one mile north, it took us to a nothing place, said we arrived and then had the audacity to ask me to rate its route finding! Well that is a big fat “F” in my book.

George was a bit perturbed, I was frustrated so we asked a couple of locals. They pointed south about two miles. Give me a break, really?!?! Yep, that’s where we started from. After an hour of going up and down and back up the street, we arrived. Luckily being only 7:45pm, everyone else in town were still enroute. We found a table and thanked the Lord for getting us here without Google maps. Once again, I’m not impressed with the piss poor directions of my app. Oh well, at least it didn’t pour on us as we were walking. We sat down and ordered dinner. It was good, not the best that we’ve ever had but we are full and content. Now we can return to our house and hunker down for the night. Before bed, George played a game of Pool. Yes, they have a Pool Table at the house. Pretty darn swanky.

Woke up to breakfast served. Last night we were able to select our meal for the morning. What a concept. I chose all my favorite things, eggs, yogurt and fruit. George went for coffee, croissants, Nutella and cheese. We had a feast of food. Thank you Elizabeth!

After breakfast, we said our farewells and walked back to the coast. It was so very windy! We left without our second layer, made it a block or two and realized, we need our jackets! We put our packs down and layered up.

I have no idea how many miles of Boardwalk there is on this section of the Camino. It seems to go on forever and ever. I’m going to need to look this up because it is quite an engineering feat! The wind was blowing at least 30-40 knots. There was some light rain but no possible way to use our umbrellas without turning them inside out. The wind is the story today!

Elizabeth warned us that there was a section of the Boardwalk that was damaged and we’d be walking on sand dunes for a bit. Three Bike-Packers zipped past us and within a few minutes, it appeared we were catching up with them. The dune walking has begun. With bikes loaded with gear, George and I were closing in. It was a slow process walking in soft sand with big backpacks, but not as slow as pushing a bike loaded with gear!

Finally the Bicyclists started moving again, and quickly disappeared on the Boardwalk. We never saw them again! George and I walked for a quarter of a mile on sand and the Boardwalk appeared again. What a relief and now I much more appreciate them! Boardwalks are the best option on this Camino.

We past over an estuary with water, birds, reeds and even a garden to the right of it. Then it happened. The big black cloud came over us and started raining. I thought it was going to be a brief sprinkle and didn’t get my rain jacket out. And like the rain does, it started to downpour. All I could see was a restaurant ahead and thought, if we could just get there, we’ll be fine. We walked inside and there wasn’t anything dry on us. We were ringing wet. George does not like being wet, as I found out!

The Store Owner, Chef and Husband was wiping down the floor because it rained so hard, it blew water inside. George was annoyed because he was wet from head to toe. I was taking off my hat, buff and gloves and trying my best to dry out. Thank goodness they had plastic chairs because we had them wet in no time.

We sat and ordered lunch. This is the incredible difference between The Camino and The Trail. On the trail, I never had a chance to sit down when it was raining, have someone bring me food, drink and dry off! I would keep walking, just getting wetter and maybe, just maybe, there would be a shelter down the trail another 4-5 miles. But having a restaurant that serves me salad, pizza, beer and espresso is not roughing it! That’s pretty darn magical. I explained to George that we would dry out, once the sun comes back, especially being it was really windy. The wind would cut right through our wet clothes and since the sun was warm, we would dry by the time we made it to the next town! Absolutely wonderfully dry. And so it happened.

We walked into Vila do Conde, an ancient city known for lacemaking and fishing. Convento de Santa Clara (Monastery of Santa Clara), the most interesting sight, which is now a school for delinquent boys. A small fountain in a courtyard is fed by a narrow channel from a very long overhead aqueduct, which stretches into the hills. It was one of the first buildings I remembered visiting when I was here some twenty years ago. Now that I’m making my way to the north, the towns and villages are homes to the Rotarians that hosted me.

We continued north through some fishing towns and smaller villages as we left Vila do Conde. We had another five miles before our evening resting spot of Santo Andre. There were a few scattered Boardwalks but more rural roads and countryside. We briefly talked with the locals, who were concerned that we were still walking in the afternoon. I shared with them where we were going and he exclaimed only one more kilometer. That put a pep in our step and we headed up and over our last Boardwalk of the day.

I pulled out my Google Maps and it showed the Hotel was inland. I thought that was odd being the Hotel description mentioned rooms with views of the ocean. I made the turn and followed my map, big message stake! It took us to a rural street in the middle of nowhere. Then it stated, you have arrived. Arrived to what, I thought? A car came by and she stopped. She must’ve known that we were definitely misplaced, not lost, but not where we should be. In Portuguese she asked where we were going? I stated Santa André Hotel and she pointed back to the beach. You’ve got to be kidding! She then opened her car and drove us to the nicest Four Star Hotel that we’ve been to. Thank you my most wonderful lady. We exited and arrived, dry but done for the day.

Once we entered the lobby, all our troubles of the day subsided. The room was in fact on the beach, with a balcony overlooking the massive Atlantic Ocean. We relaxed, took a shower and sat outside for a bit. Then we headed downstairs and had dinner. The best part of this Hotel is they actually have an elevator. We always seem to get the room upstairs and today was no exception. Floor Four, but with an elevator. Such a great evening with breakfast in the morning. This seems to be another grand occasion. Thank you Lord for bringing that ever so kind lady to our rescue and finding our way back to the ocean.

It’s raining. No, it’s pouring. Okay, maybe it’s just raining hard. Last night when we went for dinner, it was a deluge of water. The streets were flooded, our shoes were soaking wet and we looked like drowned rats. The big difference was that we had an apartment to run inside. Not a tent, or three-sides mouse infested shelter but a bonafide home with running water, a shower and a place to hang out sopping wet clothes. So all was not lost! This morning, everything was dried but maybe our shoes. Not so bad.

It is raining today. The bright side is that the rain will not last all day. We got dressed, put on our rain covers over our big ole’ backpacks, donned our umbrellas and braved the elements. I’m not too afraid of rain but George hasn’t had much experience with hiking, let alone walking in the rain. This will be a big test for his wits and attitude. So far, he’s passing the litmus test.

We headed down to the Porto Cathedral which will stamp our Pilgrims Passport. This begins the second half of our journey, Porto to Santiago. There are a few others waiting for the church to open and we’re all huddled inside the dorm of the church. I guess Cathedrals aren’t 24/7 any longer, and so we wait till it opens. Good thing we don’t have anything to do today besides walk 25 kilometers, which in imperial units is 17 miles, more or less.

The doors open, we get our Credentials stamped, and now we are on our way. The Camino Coastal Route is what we’ve decided to use and it’s a bit obscured in making itself known. I meander around the streets of Porto before George and I find our way to the Douro River. This is a good starting point as all routes head north from here.

The rain has subsided a bit and it looks like we might get a break after all. George isn’t feeling as optimistic as me but, that’s par for course. I’m happy due to the fact it’s not pouring cats and dogs, there is no mud to tramp through and so far, no tour bus has sprayed me with water! My day is going pretty darn good!

We make it out of town by way of a metal grated walking path over the river. This, I am not a fan of. Why can’t they just have a nice bridge that you can’t see through? I hurry across the best I can but the darn thing is 1/2 mile long. I keep focused on what’s in front of me, rather than the 100’ drop below. Just get me off this bridge before I barf!

George and I put our umbrellas away and start meeting other Pilgrim’s. So the facts are, most Pilgrims start in Porto and head north to Santiago rather than beginning in Lisbon. Anyone who knows me understands that I am an overachiever and starting in Porto would’ve been, less than my best. So George gets some training before Porto and I am happy having an extra 150 miles to walk! And if we started in Porto, look at all the wonderful people we would’ve never met! It’s a win-win all around.

Before long, we had some miles under our feet, lots of wind to our backs, and sea splash in our face. The ocean was tumultuous. George had heard the surf would be over 14 meters high which is equivalent to 40 foot waves. There were severe weather warnings which if you’re a boater, that would mean “stay off the water!” I didn’t want to walk anywhere close to the surf today. It was downright wicked!

This part of the Coastline, the Black Coast, is littered with shipwrecks, families left widowed, children orphaned and submarines sunk. In fact, the second tallest lighthouse, the Boa Nova in Portugal, is just west of Porto. There are 225 steps to the top and the light is illuminated so bright that sailors can see it for over 28 nautical miles, which is over 52 kilometers in layman’s terms. It was definitely needed and a welcome addition, but seems a bit late.

Inspired by a painting by the famous Augusto Gomes, a great artist from Matosinhos, the sculptural ensemble “Tragedy at Sea”, was commissioned by José João Brito (2005). The greatest nautical tragedy ever recorded on Portuguese waters: On the 1st-2nd December 1947, several fishing boats sank off Leixes Port, causing the death of 152 crew members. The pain and despair was felt in the whole community leaving 72 widows and 152 orphans. Such a tragedy for so many.

George and I took our time walking today. There was so much to see and do. We stopped at The Castelo do Queijo (Cheese Castle) which is a noted landmark in Foz do Douro, an upscale suburb on the Atlantic Ocean, west of Porto. They call it the Cheese Castle because it sits atop a rock that looks like cheese. For 50 cents, we were able to tour the castle and play with the umpteen cannons. Money well spent, as far as I was concerned!

Out Tour Guide from yesterday recommended a place to eat in Matosinhos. After last nights amazing dinner that he also shared with us, I figured this would be another Michelin Star. From the outside, it was non-assuming but boy of boy, when we walked inside, I was blown away. Miguel did it again.

We sat down and ordered. I asked for two glasses of Verde Vinho (Green Wine) and our waiter brings us a full bottle of Red Wine from the Douro Valley. Hmm, well not what I asked for but it sure tasted great! I tried again in my best rendition of Portuguese and asked for Chicken and Vegetables. The chicken was so tender and grilled to perfection. The vegetables were French Fries and Rice, so close. I’m starting to understand that vegetables in Portugal is French Fries and virtually everything comes with rice. It was still the best lunch we’ve had! And the cost, $28, including espresso.

The rest of the day was spent catching up on the miles, hoping we would arrive to our Bed & Breakfast before tomorrow. The scenery was beautiful with rocky beaches, low tides and easy boardwalks. I’m loving the Coastal Route so far. George was keeping up, and with our many stops at cafes for espresso, beer and coca-cola, it kept him happy and hydrated! Me too, for that matter.

We turned off and did the last two blocks to arrive at “Smiling Faces” Bed & Breakfast. You’d think it was ten miles uphill. I’m not sure what the deal is with the last tenth of a mile, but it is always uphill and feels like a mile or two. Elizabeth greeted us like she knew us for years. This woman is a Saint. She had our room ready, beer chilled in the refrigerator, and a heart as big as Texas! We sat and talked for a couple hours. I think George would marry her if she would take him! She is the nicest, funniest lady with a laugh as loud as mine! She could be my sister.

So, I just cannot believe what we have experienced during this walkabout. Each day seems better than the last. We have truly been blessed every step of the way. Time will tell but I just keep thinking, can it get any better than it already has? Maybe so. Thank you Elizabeth for your generosity and hospitality. What an absolute jewel you are, and a perfect gift from God above!

Today was a Zero Day. George and I wanted to check out Porto. This included booking an Air B&B Experience. When we were in Coimbra, we met a couple from the States and Sue recommended excursions through AirB&B. I never even knew there was such a thing. So far, we haven’t been disappointed.

George and I walked the mile down to the meeting location in the Old Historical District of Porto. We almost made it there before it started raining. The last few minutes we were walking in a downpour, without an umbrella. Poor planning on my part.

We walked into the building and met the others who were going on the tour. It was billed as a small intimate excursion to Family Owned Wineries. And in fact, that is what we experienced.

Miguel was our driver/guide. A local, born and raised in Porto. He speaks three languages, Portuguese, English and French. Gosh do I feel ignorant! I think we got the best guide of the bunch. He was funny, quite talkative and definitely has a passion for this country.

Eight of us crawled into a van and we headed to Duoro Valley. It’s a bit over an hour drive through incredible countryside, even in the rain. I was in the back of the Van with Mattie from Norway, and Yon from Brazil. They were the youngest on the tour, probably 20’s and we had a hoot together. George sat in the second row, in front of me with the Canadians. All English speakers and wine drinkers!

Our first stop was Pinot, which is in Douro Valley. This region goes as far north as Barca de Alva, and is the oldest demarcated wine region in the world. First, the river carved the deep valleys out of this land. Man transformed the schist mountains into soil and walls, planted the vines which are green in summer, and flame-coloured in autumn. With knowledge handed down from generation to generation, terraces were built which exposes the vines to rays of sunshine. This gives the grapes the warmth that the wine craves. It really is a masterpiece to see this region. Napa has nothing over Duoro Valley. Well except, really good wine.

We met the Winemaker, who was Russian, studied winemaking in Australia and fell in love with a fourth generation wine producer in Portugal. It’s quite the story. Their winery is small, producing only 10,000 liters of wine per year. He shared his three wines, a white, rose and blended red. Then he pulled out a Port that they only produce 100 bottles a year and do not sell. What a shame because it was outstanding.

We jumped back in the Van and headed for lunch on the Duoro River. The food was authentic, with more wine flowing and port cake for dessert. It hit the spot and absorbed much of the alcohol. We walked to the river and took a one-hour boat ride down the Douro River. This is where you can truly appreciate the beauty of this region.

Our next stop was another small family winery with three dogs. They were the highlight of the afternoon. And of course, the wine. We tried a few more wines, red and white and also three jams, two olive tamponades, olive oil and my favorite, just plain ol’ olives. The only thing that wasn’t produced at the winery was the bread. I headed outside to see the beauty of this place, and finished up the afternoon with a persimmon.

Port Wine was not as prolific as I had thought in our wine tasting excursion today. And that was a shame. I learned that Port Wine is a Fortified Wine and made by processing wine with a grape spirit, typically brandy. The addition of a grape spirit adds a natural sweetness to the wine, which is why port is a favorite post-dinner digest. Funny thing is, Port Wine is not a favorite of the Portuguese. It’s made to export, as most locals drink it only on very special occasions. The rest of the world are the consumers.

It was a fun day, relaxing and brainless. We had someone dictating the day for George and I. Besides getting us to the beginning of the tour today, we were just along for the ride.

Tomorrow, we get serious. Rain, snow, sleet or shine, we will be walking. I’m thinking it’ll be wet. George is a bit concerned with the weather but as the saying goes. “There’s no such thing as bad weather, just poor clothing.” Unless it’s torrential downpours with sideways rain. We’ll see how that all pans out. We all know, rain doesn’t stop me, but there’s always an option for a taxi. Hopefully, it’ll be short lived. The rain, that is!

A friend of mine sent this quote to me and a few others. It’s really apropos for our Camino. I hope you enjoy it.

Hiking - "I don't like either the word or the thing. People ought to saunter in the mountains - not hike! Do you know the origin of that word 'saunter?' It's a beautiful word. Away back in the Middle Ages people used to go on pilgrimages to the Holy Land, and when people in the villages through which they passed asked where they were going, they would reply, 'A la sainte terre,' 'To the Holy Land.' And so they became known as sainte-terre-ers or saunterers. Now these mountains are our Holy Land, and we ought to saunter through them reverently, not 'hike' through them." John Muir

Yesterday we visited Conimbriga, the Roman Ruins. I wanted to dedicate some time to this place as it is something worthwhile to share.

When George and I embarked on this journey, we surely had no idea all the side trips that we would take. Lucky for us, we are retired and hence have time to explore. As we approached this fence, now we now it as a Roman City. We had no expectations as to how much time we would spend here. Just as the city planners had no idea when they decided to build a road, that they would unearth an entire city that dates back to the 1st Century. Could you imagine?

Conímbriga is one of the largest Roman settlements excavated in Portugal, and was classified as a National Monument in 1910.

Conímbriga’s origins date to Celtic times (briga is a Celtic term for a defended area). But it was under the Romans, who arrived in the 2nd century BC, that it blossomed, thanks, in part, to its strategic position on the main route between Lisbon (Olisipo) and Braga (Bracara Augusta). This is why many Portuguese believe that we are from Portugal. George’s name is very similar to their City of Braga.

After the golden age in the 1st and 2nd centuries, it eventually fell prey to barbarian attacks and, in 468 AD, it was captured by Germanic Suebi forces. Many citizens fled to nearby Aeminius (Coimbra) – thereby saving the city from certain destruction.

As we entered the ruins, there is a massive wall rising in front. Dating to the 3rd century, this was built to keep out the by-now threatening barbarians and originally ran right through the city centre – but much of the city’s residential area was simply abandoned.

Under the walls are a series of mosaic-floored villas, including the House of Skeletons and the House of the Swastika – to the Romans the swastika was a symbol of good luck. Over the wall, was the city’s largest private villa.

The most intriguing part of these ruins is the fact that we were able to walk through them like we owned the place. There are a few areas that are roped off, but for the most part, you can enjoy this piece of history up close and personal. They said that close to 10,000 people lived here during its existence. With commerce and the location, halfway between Lisbon and Braga, it served as a huge trade route for Romans. This city catered to many cultures for hundreds of years. It truly was a fascinating place to visit.

Today, we took a guided tour of Coimbra, which is home of the prestigious Coimbra University. Being here in October has its perks as we saw the 25,000 students that attend this campus. The studies include Law, Medicine, Science, Languages and Mathematics. It is considered the Oxford of Universities here in Europe. The price to attend is $1000 per year for Portuguese, and students who come from abroad pay a whopping $7000 Euros per year. Yes, that’s what I wrote per year! Their Dorms are $150 Euros per month which includes room, board and all the food a starving student can eat. Education is quite affordable and it appears that everyone attends. The end of the story is it’s nearly impossible to find a career here in Coimbra so most of the students move back home or other countries.

Coimbra is rich in tradition and has one of the largest churches in all of Portugal. In the 14th Century, close to 500 Monks lived in the Monastery. When the Monks passed, they were buried inside the church. There are 71 tombs that were marked simply with a number. This way all Monks are equal status. One of the many reasons why they burn incense in the churches is to cover the smell from the burial grounds. Who would’ve thought?

A couple of facts that were helpful to understand. Fly Season is in full swing. September-October is Harvest Time, hence brings flys to the region.

George asked about all the white blocks and squares that we see on the city streets and rural roadways. Our guide explained that during the Lisbon earthquake in 1755, that many of the buildings were left in ruins. Rather than disposing of the crumbled buildings and statues, they repurposed them by constructing walkways and roadways from the remains. Absolutely brilliant!

The Library at Coimbra University is one of the Tenth largest Libraries in the world. Right here in Portugal. If you Google The Beauty and the Beast, there is a portion filmed in the Coimbra Library. They have bats that reside in the library and rather than exterminating them, they decided to keep them as they eat the small bugs that may harvest eggs and larvae on the hundreds of thousands of books. Little unknown factoids that now you are privy to!

We had such an interesting stay in Coimbra. But now we are off to our next destination, Porto. George and I will board a train and head 100 miles north. This will be our last opportunity to take alternative transportation outside of our most worthy feet. The plan is to spend a couple of days in Porto, then leave by foot to finish our Camino. For now, we will continue to eat, drink and submerge ourselves in the culture of this incredible country.

We Baraga’s always have something going on in the mornings. Today was the same as any other. George woke up with Hearing Aid issues. There’s a filter that gets clogged in hearing aids. It’s a very small piece that should be replaced monthly. Ends up, he either forgot them at home or he can’t find where he put the filters in his backpack. So in Baraga fashion, George will clean it himself. He fills a cup with warm water and puts the filters in the cup. Now, comes the problem! One of the filters doesn’t make it in the cup and the hunt is on. It is a minuscule piece of fuzz that has dropped on the floor. God, be with us because I’m not sure how we will find this piece of lint. After crawling around for close to a half hour, George finds it by the door. That’s a long ways from where it was dropped. So once again, we leave later than expected!

After grabbing our double shot of espresso and a small pastry, we hit the trail. Today is Sunday, and hunting season is open. The funny thing is in Portugal, open hunts are only allowed on Sundays and Thursdays. We hear lots of gunfire and see many hunting vehicles along the way.

We find our way to the first town, Zambujal. It is a small village with a beautiful church. We could hear the choir singing as we made our way into town. The other very unexpected nicety was Joseph, a US Citizen from New Jersey, now known as the local baker. He has fresh bread and pastries that he sells from his van. What luck as George and I stock up!

An informative and poignant plaque is displayed in town. It tells the story and reason that many Pilgrims decide to journey to Santiago.

According to the Iberian legend, Santiago (St. James), one of Jesus Apostles, disembarked south of the Iberian Peninsula, and made his way north to Galicia. He passes through these lands, now belonging to the Freguesia do Zambujal. In the year of 44 AC, St. James returns to Santiago and then Jerusalem, where he was beheaded by the Roman representative, Herod Agripa II. Still according to the same legend, his body was brought back to Galicia by his disciples, Atanasio and Teodoro. In a boat guided by an angel, it is believed that his body was buried in the place now known as Santiago de Compostela. This is where the Cathedral was built, and the place that George and I plan to walk to.

After leaving Zambujal, we hear Freddie and Suni approaching from behind. Once again, we are not the last Pilgrims to leave. We talk for a bit and they continue ahead. The weather begins to change and after a week of extreme heat, I think we are going to have a shower. Just a light drizzle that lasts a minute or two. Not much but enough to cool things down.

We make our way to Fonte Comberta, which is not a town but rather a place for stray dogs and cats to hang out. There is a home that has an interesting collection of art. What I was thoroughly amazed by is the Rosetta Beads that are hanging from a tree. It is made of wooden balls that are larger than me. It truly is a piece of artwork.

As I make my way down the road, there’s this sweet dog I see running across the field. She’s a wired-hair terrier and has a collar on so she belongs to some lucky home. Me and the dog head over to an old bridge that was constructed in the 16th Century. Under the reign of the so called Philip Kings, Spain occupied Portugal between the years 1580-1640. During this period they repaired and rebuilt roads as well as bridges to consolidate the Iberian Union. The Fonte Coberta Bridge was part of that policy,

This bridge was built by order on Philip Ill of Portugal (IV of Spain), in the years 1636-1637 under Jose da Fonseca master builder from Ansiao. Imagine that! This bridge from nearly three hundred years is still standing and used today.

The dog escorts George and I up to our final ascent of the day. It winds up and over a beautiful hillside that protects one valley from another. Once we arrive on top, we are passed by Trail Runners and Mountain Bikers. Being Sunday, it seems many locals are out taking advantage of their day off and doing what they like to do, which appears to be running up and down hills and riding bikes really fast!

Once we crest the hill, we notice a fence around a historical site. It ends up that we have walked to Conimbriga, which is a Roman Settlement from 1st Century. Oh my goodness, this should be one of the Seven Wonders of the World. It is fascinating. (See my next blog post as I will share the pictures and explain the city that was unearthed recently.)

We headed to the Cafe at the Museum and sat with Freddie and Suni, our pilgrim friends. I had purchased salami, cheese, bread, pears and chocolate wafer cookies in town yesterday. We shared our feast, drank some coffee and talked about our Camino to date. It’s funny what comes up. All the wrong directions, the route finding and the lack of signage. Yep, it appears we are all on the same Camino.

After lunch Freddie and Suni continue north. George and I take in sites of the old Roman Empire. After a couple of hours, we head into Coinimbriga. There’s one Albergue in town. It’s 3:00PM and figure we won’t have enough time to make it the extra ten miles to Coimbriga, which sounds like the town we are in, but it lacks the “n” . We stop at the Albergue and find out they are full. Oh no, this is the first time I did not make a reservation ahead of time. Well then, there’s always a taxi to the next town. We talk with the owners and they call for a taxi. We are whisked away to Coimbriga, the bigger of the two towns and on the river.

This time I get on my WisePulgrims app and make a reservation for “Change the World” Hostel. It’s the hostel I have been reading about since we got on the trail. Sure enough we get a room for the night, a private room with a bath. These are very important facts when you stay in a Hostel.

We arrive to this big city which I am falling in love with! It is the most beautiful place I have seen in Portugal. We get checked in and decide to stay an additional night. There’s just too much to see! Wandering the streets, we run into a couple of pilgrims, both from Germany. It’s funny how you can be in a big city and still see people you’ve met along the way. We visit one of the oldest and most ornate churches-monastery’s I ever seen.

This Monastery of Santa Cruz, was founded in 1131 by King Afonso Henriques for the Order of Saint Augustine. It was the most influential monastery in the city and country, at the time. In the 16th century, it was restructured, which was encouraged by the Kings Manuel l and João III. Major highlights to the tombs of the founders of Portugal dated from the late gothic times with manueline and renaissance decorations. In 2003, the church is raised to the category of National Pantheon. It is stunning. When we walked inside, there was a service being conducted, all in Portuguese of course.

We took the advise of our Hotel concierge and made our way to a opulent bar that sits above the city. Oh my, we have arrived. This is stunning. The sun was setting, the clouds were plentiful, and we had the best table in the house. Well honestly, there’s not a bad table anywhere! We bought a bottle of red wine and watched the sunset. The couple next to us were from South Carolina and we talked most the evening with them.

Afterwards we went to Arcada, a Tapas Restaurant and proceeded to enjoy the best meal, hands down, that we’ve had in Portugal! I’m not sure where we were transported to this afternoon, but it is by far, my most favorite location I’ve seen in this country. I can’t even describe the incredible, delectable food we consumed but it included stuffed mushroom, octopus ceviche, meats, cheese, olives, dried fruits and so much more. After dinner, we made reservations for the same table tomorrow night. It was that special!

Coimbra Fado is a genre of fado originating in this city. While adopted by students at the University of Coimbra, and sometimes known as Student Fado, it is usually considered the typical music of Coimbra itself. The Bar next to our Hostel was playing Fado this evening. George and I finished our evening listening to this music till late in the evening. What a magical night.

So some of you are saying to yourself, this does not seem like much of a hike? And you are right and wrong. This is more of an experience. When George and I planned to set off for The Camino, I did not expect it to be anything like this! Our Pilgrimage has been a love affair with a country that has so much to offer! The people are delightful, the cultural experience has been amazing and the countryside is splendid. This is much more than any walk or hike that I have ever done. And we have only begun!

Talk about frustration. Last night I wrote my blog for Day 10. And when I was about done, the blog just, disappeared. You have no idea how mad I was! I went to bed, and when the rooster crowed early morning, I was awake writing again. Needless to say, we had a late start.

We walked to the Pastry Shop and had our world famous breakfast sandwich. Ham and cheese on a roll with Espresso. That’s as good as it gets in Portugal! We headed out of town and realized that we really weren’t that late. Somehow we caught up with Sonya from Taiwan. She had planned to go half the miles we were today. Don’t tell George since I have much bigger plans for our walk. Twice that and some hills.

We turned from the roadway onto a dirt path. It took us immediately through groves of trees and vineyards. After further inspection, I have determined that the red barked tree from yesterday and today is a bonafide Cork Tree.

When I visited Portugal some twenty years ago, I made my way to Porto. I was traveling with a Rotary Club Member and he loved wine, but especially Port. We talked with a vintner who showed us a cork tree and explained how sooner or later the cork trees would all be harvested. This would mean no more cork and wineries would start using synthetic corks. Hogwash! There’s no way, but now, 20 years later, many winemakers are in fact, using plastic and other hard materials to close up their wine bottles. And, synthetic doesn’t disintegrate like cork sometimes does. Anyhow, a bit of a tangent but we saw some healthy and good looking cork trees along the trail. All have not disappeared.

What we also saw was a bunch of Portuguese harvesting olives. There’s a few ways to get olives off a tree. Most of the husband and wife teams are using a type of mechanical rake that shakes the tree, and the olives drop. The wife catches the olives in a net of sorts, picks through the olives and removes all the leaves and branches. Then she places the olives in a bucket. Another option is using a long bamboo stalk and hitting the tree, and guess what? The olives fall off the tree. Big business here in Portugal between curing the olives and pressing them into olive oil. Anyway you slice it, olives are abundant in this part of the world.

We must’ve walked through miles of Olive Groves today. The countryside is just beautiful. It’s very similar to Tuscany with vineyards, rolling hills, many rock walls and old rustic structures. One olive harvesting couple told us that their olive trees are hundreds of years old. Hundreds, like 500 years or more!

We had a few climbs today. George would say all we did was climb, but his perspective is a bit different than mine. We walked over many Roman Roads as we passed through Alvorge, and north. There were many reminders of days gone by with dilapidated ruins, walls and arches that were crumbling and in disrepair. But instead of demolishing these reminders, they either restore them or leave them as historic artifacts.

After a brief stop in Alvorge, we continued north through Ribiera de Alcamamouque (no, that’s not misspelled) and made it to our Hostel in Rabacal. We arrive and awaited our orders. Some of the Hostels want you to take your shoes off, remove your packs, check your US Passport and Pilgrims Passport. This place showed us the pool and said, someone will be with you in a bit. Enjoy your swim. Now that’s my kind of place.

The Pool is not heated but what it does have is jets like a jacuzzi, and a free falling waterfall that is the best neck massager on the Camino! It was heavenly. I stayed in the pool for close to an hour, floating, swimming, massaging my sore legs, feet and shoulders. You get the picture.

After relaxing for a bit, George and I hit the One-Horse Town to search for beer. We have concluded that Super Bock Stout is our favorite Portuguese Beer. It is darker, flavorful and hits the spot. We were able to get some cheese, bread and hard boiled eggs to go with our late lunch. We hadn’t eaten much today outside an apple, peach and snickers bar. Dinner typically isn’t served until 7pm so this was going to have to suffice until then.

We cruised the street of Rabacal. It truly is one street that covers the town with not much else. We did find a mini-marcado which had enough provisions to make lunch for tomorrow. Outside of that, there was a few abandoned buildings and cars zipping through town to get somewhere else.

George was ready to get back to our private room to take a much needed break. Within two minutes, he was out. I think today tuckered him out with the hill climbs, the rocky paths, the road walking and the fact he was poorly fueled. Last nights Banana Split probably wasn’t enough. I’m thinking more protein and less sugar. Just my two cents.

We headed back to our Cafe and went to order. Is there a menu? Nope. The choices are Fish or Pork. We’ll take one of each. Along with that comes your typical soup and salad, carafe of wine, beer or soda, and a basket of bread. The meal was fine. Our new friend from Denmark, Freddie joined us. He’s in his late 20’s and is walking 30 kilometers a day. We won’t see him again but had a nice dinner tonight. Our bill for dinner was 18 Euros. So today with our private room at the Hostel, our lunch of snickers bars, breakfast sandwich with espresso, set us back a whopping $72.00. No wonder there are so many Americans moving here! It is affordable and darn right, a nice place to be. I won’t be moving here anytime soon but I sure enjoy visiting. And it’s within my budget. And it has great scenery to boot!