Life's a Stitch

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Through farms and countryside,

along a brook, a waterfall, over more Roman roads and bridges.

It looked as though the planes were playing aerial tic tac toe.

 

We stopped at a traditional churrascarro for our last lunch in Portugal. I think we’re eating our weekend meal too late, as for the second time, the house specialty (roast pig) was sold out by 2:00 pm. Instead we split what was called a small (read huge) order of ribs, salad and the usual rice and potatoes, this time fries. We spent the same as we would have on a Pilgrim’s meal. So far, this Camino, we are noticing the prices haven’t changed since 2015.

 

Our hostel was about a hour’s walk, through the city of Valenca, around the impressive Fortaleza,

over the tall bridge

and into Tui, Spain. 

 

 

Up the hill, of course, we found our hostel, Ideas Peregrino. It’s kind of a funky artsy place

with shared kitchen, bath, washer and something I’ve never seen before in Spain, a dryer. We picked up something to warm in the microwave for dinner and decided to do laundry. The problem for us were the fact that the laundry had designated hours, the washers here take two hours and Spain is in a different time zone. So by midnight we had wet clothes and no way to dry them. We hung them in the room and went to bed.

 

Notice I said bed, and not to sleep. We were located near the main square and being Saturday night, the Spaniards partied on. And on. And on until 3:30 a.m. when it stopped in an instant, like someone pulled the plug.

 

We got up at 7:15 to dry the clothes and went on our way.