I had an appointment today down in Porto. So the food truck was locked up tight. Jeff took the day off to go with me. And he had a great idea. Instead of driving down today before dark, we left last night and slept in a hotel in Vigo.
I have never spent much time in Vigo. It was a restless night. For a few reasons. Then we took a walk this morning before getting in the car to head south.
Because I can’t go anywhere without a Pilgrim walking past, we spotted a guy heading north looking for his first arrow of the day.
I was anxious we were running a bit late, but I forgot that while due south of Galicia, Portugal is one hour behind Spain. The drive south to Portugal was interesting. Entire hillsides burned from the fires in July. Very sad and scary to see.
After my appointment in Porto, we decided to cheer ourselves up before heading back home. I thought a visit to the Porto Sea Life Aquarium on the waterfront might do the trick. Aquariums are soothing. And acting like a kid for a few hours seemed right up my alley. But, well, the Porto Aquarium is no Oceanographic in Valencia. While fun, its like once you’ve been to Paris that casino of the same name in Las Vegas doesn’t hold a candle. But I did love watching the animals.
Afterward, we went for a walk on the shore and grabbed a bite to eat. And, yet again, we were surrounded by Pilgrims on the Portuguese route to Santiago. including the ladies just a few tables away.
Jeff offered to stay in Porto tonight. To find me a hotel with a big bath tub so I could soak the blues away like a mermaid. But I figured all these Pilgrims were a sign. I disappointed a few people being closed today. Time to head home. I need to open tomorrow. Get back to it. I’ll take a raincheck on Jeff’s offer. One day in the winter I’ll cash it in for a weekend hotel in Lisbon, a long lazy afternoon of browsing in Bertrand Books, and some amazing Iranian food. Until then, Portugal.