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.
First Rest Day. Roaming Porto.
Local haunts…
Porto feels like a mélange of Prague and Venice with its architecture, water ways, and hordes of tourists. A few tourist haunts…
On their bucket list, these two American women have drive this vehicle. Maybe I’m being generous calling it a vehicle. As for me, my bucket list includes walking to Porto. Who’s taking the bigger risk?
A 60 and 70-something year old Americans driving in Porto.
Texture of old things are appealing.
I’ve become a tic on a page. Since 2013, the café proprietor keeps a yearly account of the nationality of pilgrims. He’s anxious I mark my tic and shows no concern that water is flooding off me onto the dry floor.
Linda Scandore 