It’s “Hey Rene J” Today!

Last evening’s dinner took us to an “it looks warm in there” establishment. We didn’t have reservations, so we were seated in the rear – clearly warmer! – and next to this lovely decor. It did remind me that we needn’t try so hard to celebrate the holidays.

I ordered the grilled sardines…which came in “batches” of 20. ? I ate 19 because I made my esposa eat one to say he did. I like sardines. They’re tiny and salty and abundantly popular here. They have sardine stores much like candy stores in America. The tins are colorful and fun, tempting you to try them in their hundreds of styles.

Today we are heading out to enjoy the last of our rental car. It’s too expensive to park in Lisbon, so we’re better off returning our luxury vehicle and taking the Uber or local transport for a day. The men in the parking garage thought we were nuts for parking 24 hours. That tells you something!

Whew! After ensuring the castle and keep were cared for, we toured our other property, Monseratte in SIntra, en route to Lisbon. (Lisboa) This beautiful estate has an UNESCO classification, modeled after “the” Monserrat near Barcelona, and we found it quite unintentionally. It was obviously worth the change in plans, as you may concur.

Slightly exhausted, we were driving the way we do. Husband at the wheel, me with the gps but actually looking at the landscape. That’s when I saw it and we drove there, correcting our misguided attempts to see another Palace. Twists and turns galore.

“Winding our way” became the rest of the journey. Lisbon is a mess of one-way cobblestoned streets, shared with trolley cars and pedestrians. You miss a turn – you spend twenty minutes winding around to return to the correct turn. “To everything, turn, turn, turn….” The Birds must have spent some time here.

We’re hanging at a very sweet apartment, just lovely, with a “charming” squeak in front of the IKEA kitchen sink. It sounds like the chains of an old swing rubbing against the hooks in the wind whenever you step on the wood planks. Charm in a foreign country is different, isn’t it? These planks would have been ripped up and replaced at home, pronto!

As we await the dinner time, we are so fortunate to have American television with “Naked and Afraid” as a choice. Hopefully we’ll have another “Rambo” movie after dining. We’ve seen two already. Pretty good for someone who never saw a single one before this trip!

Well, it’s only proper to rename ourselves at this point.

We’re in a castle in Obidos, spending the night in modern medieval luxury. It only took an hour of driving around the walls to figure out how to get in here. Now I understand why these fortresses were hard to penetrate in ye olde days. We couldn’t do it with gps or directions in broken English! Smartly, we parked outside the walls at a set of steps and hiked in with our backpacks. Truly, it was the way to go, complimented by Alberto, our hotelier, who was lugging other people’s luggage up the stone staircases.

I did some driving today, noting the lack of traffic on the six-lane “interstate.” 30 kilometers and I only passed four cars, doing the 120 speed limit. No one passed me in our three lanes. It’s probably good I’m on the roads in a pandemic off-season!

It’s too dark to snap a photo of the incredible walls and castle. So I bid you, “Gentle night,” loyal subjects.

We arrived at Villa Auri amid howling winds and banging shutters. This is an 1812 winery which has been renovated, and the charm includes some “household chores.”

As we unpacked and began to unwind from the drive – note the twisty roads, hills, elevations – we also had to brave the gale-forces battering our windows atop this appellation. It was a two-person effort, with me outside pressing the shutters together while my husband wrangled the inside latches.

Our next chore was to attend the wine and olive oil tasting for which this region is known. It was tough duty, but we managed to meet new friends and exchange numbers. And because we did not want to navigate those same roads back to town in the dark of night for dinner at nine pm, we opted for the tapas on hand and had a relaxing evening in our modernized room. It was a lovely respite.

Had we been here two months ago, we actually could have stomped the grapes!

We are in the Douro Valley, the home of port wine. Tonight we reside at an eco-friendly winery, Quinta de la Rosa. My resident photographer captured this artistic image outside our room.

Our weather has been rather phenomenal, with our guide today even commenting on the sunshine. We were prepared for rain – which could still happen – not snow, which has happened in other parts of the country – and are grateful for this beautiful weather.

Headed out to dinner. Cross the octopus and cod off the list of national foods to appreciate, and we are good to go. I would order the kale soup again!

We did our little load of laundry Portuguese-style. The washing takes about three hours in the mini-tub, and the drying is ambient air temp. Oops. How to get it to dry overnight? Ah! Plug the portable heater in the bathroom and close the door. Voila!

While you may have been preparing or dining on turkey, we did laundry and left for dinner, where we enjoyed a Thanksgiving meal of a different kind. Grilled octopus, grilled cod, and kale soup.

Quite frankly, though the whole turkey/stuffing/yams/green bean casserole is not my favorite meal, I think I’ll stick with tradition next time and keep laundry out of the plans. Off we go to experience the wine region in this beautiful country.

The water is so beautiful in most places, and the Douro Riverfront is stunning in its old world charm. We played along the banks, touring a wine cave and studying the viticulture of port wine. It seemed an appropriate and fitting celebration of Thanksgiving.

We count our many blessings both of family and friends. We are equally grateful for the bus driver who let us do a second ride “for free,” because we stupidly got on for a twenty-foot ride. And, we shall toast to the 105-year old grandmother of our wine tour guide. She had a glass of port wine every morning, thus ensuring longevity.

Happy Thanksgiving from Porto.

First of all, the fact that my husband knew this was a street and not a sidewalk is rather impressive. Second, he chose our apartment overlooking the Douro River in Porto, and this alcove juts over the street we drove on! (Not visible in the photo.) We are having fun waving to people and being on display for all to see along this main thoroughfare of scenic beauty. I wonder if anyone is taking our photo?

Obviously, it’s cocktail hour here – 6 pm. Most restaurants don’t even open until 7 or later, so we are forced to make our own happy hour and hope to dine by nine p.m. Yes, it’s rough all around. That’s why those two little lights shine above my esposa’s head. He’s sprouting halos on this adventure!

“You’re doing fine,” were the words of comfort which I heard approximately fifty times yesterday. I think my husband said it to reassure himself.

We had switched drivers, with me taking over the manual shift on the highway, never having the chance to switch back on the busy Lisboa highway! Darting in and out, interpreting Portuguese, turning corners where the building edge WAS the corner, using the mirrors on the intersections to see oppositional traffic, my navigator kept the encouragement going. We arrived safely.

Our hotel sat on the cliffs of the Atlantic coast, literally. I didn’t even venture on the narrow path in front of the facade in the fear I might be blown off! It was a lot of danger for one day.

So today, we relaxed in Fatima with Our Lady’s grace. We needed a peaceful day.

Yesterday we toured the fortress and lighthouse on the most southwestern edge of Europe, as they say here, “the end of the world.” I have felt more desolate in other lands, but that’s probably what was thought in the early navigational world of exploration. Anyway, we drove up to the huge site (over 5,000 steps walking its perimeter) and parked right in front with about five other cars and four motorcycles. Then we saw the throngs of visitors walking up from the parking lots. We remained unmoved.

There was room to park – no signs saying we couldn’t? Additionally, we parked in the first “lighthouse” spot, and immediately in front of the steps leading into our hotel room. We also drove along the pier, bothered by none. These are all benefits of traveling in the off season, as well as being ignorant. They are also bold moves based on the first hotelier who told us, “just drive the wrong way on the one way and you’ll get that first spot on the end of the road. If the police stop you, speak English.”

We usually find out about ignorance four months later, when foreign governments send their tickets for traveling in improper zones, or parking where we shouldn’t. This is clearly the origination of the phrase, “Time will tell.”

Off we go to explore other new worlds and to see what time will tell!