Encore. Today was a repeat performance of walking by the ocean. Very calming.
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That’s how it’s done, by hand. Stone roads are long lasting but murderous for long distance walking. Was it only yesterday when I was strolling on boardwalks by the beach?
Surfers and fisherman keep the same hours. Sunrise they’re water bound.
Unexpected things trigger vivid flashbacks. Yet, if asked to recall these memories, I couldn’t. It’s as if constant walking makes my mind more receptive to memories. How fortunate it is to remember so many fine people, places, and experiences.
Surf City USA…make that Surf City…Portugal with amazing waves. One surfer looked as if he was shot from a canon with arms and legs fully splayed forming a huge “X” in the sky before crashing into the ocean. These waves aren’t for amateurs. Ericeira (25 miles from Lisbon) is ranked #6 as top ten surfing destination.
Walking by the water I’m energized. Wooden beach boardwalks replace hard pavement. No brutally hot sun…no flys, no mosquitoes. This starts the Portugal’s Coastal Route.
According to my Porto “walking tour” guide, the musical Malaika started surfing in Portugal. That lead to a wave of surfers and national economic flow.
Barking security dogs are replaced by companion dogs. Not one barks!
As densely populated Porto fades away in the dark, sunrise brings the Atlantic Ocean. I hear. I smell. I smile. I conquer.
Linda Scandore 