welcome to Portugal.
i wasn't feeling super well as i flew out of Dublin. the altitude messed with my sinuses and i had a headache when we touched down in Porto. i was alone in a country where i didn't speak or read the language, and it was about 9pm.
what really turned my mood around was the temperature. i walked outside to wait for the metro, and it was warm. Ireland had been warming up at that point, but this was a mildness that i hadn't really felt since last summer. i rolled away across the grass...
i ran into some other Champlainers who had met two German dudes named Michael and Phillip, and while i remember some Jaggermister here and some beer there, that evening is a bit of a blur otherwise.
the next day i found some food and went exploring.
Porto is built on the side of a big hill. at the bottom of the hill is the river. across the river is a hillside covered in red terra-cotta roofs displaying the names of the different port wine cellars. Offley, Dow's Sanderman's, Croft, Kopke, the list goes on and on.
i went to Croft and drank free port while walking around the wine cellars which are shown below.
up on top of the hill, tucked away, is a little unassuming storefront. what is inside was breathtaking.
it has been called the most beautiful bookstore in the world, and is said to have inspired some of the magical imagery from the Harry Potter books.
it really was an amazing place. very quite yet creaky, with every little surface covered in carved patterns or gold plated stuff.
there was a cool old cart that sat in tracks in the wooden floor. they were still using the cart to bring new books from the front door to the back and throughout the shop, even though it was probably over 100 years old.
Porto was very nice, and the people there were also very friendly. i think that it took me by surprise. i hadn't expected to find what i did. the city gets its name from being one of the biggest ports in Portugal. because of its position on the sea it was developed quite a bit.......hundreds of years ago, but it also has a lot of cool little things like different food from around europe, and neat clues of its history in trading and exploration.
next was Lisbon. i got to Lisbon, again at night, and didn't really want to stay too long. this may have had something to do with the fact that there was a massive political protest complete with riot control, big fires, i heard one small explosion (like in a garbage can), and so much smashed glass on the ground that you would have wanted more than flip flops, to say the least.
Lisbon had come highly praised and recommended, and what i DID see the next morning was very nice, but i wanted some beach, and some sun, and some more beach. so i continued.
Lisbon at night.
Albuferia and the Algarve Coast
these guys were the first thing i ran into in Albuferia.
they were sick, but i just want to confirm. that man IS in fact playing both a rain stick AND flute. they are strapped together. also....really good rainstick player. didn't see that coming.
the southern coast of Portugal is one of the most beautiful place i've ever been. i have a ton of pictures, but they are all the same kind of.
this one is a good representation of how simple it was and how uncrowded it was when i was there.
i guess what i walked away thinking was, Portugal isn't as flashy as many European countries, and it's having a rough time right now politically, economically, and socially, but it really is a great place with great people. the roughness grows on you quickly if you get into it and are open to something different.
what i liked most was the simplicity of day to day flow, or the vibe i was getting from people about not taking life too seriously. it was a nice way to start spring break off slowly.
be happy.
i sure am