Porto

Pictures from Porto.

Main statue at the town square. Bird was still there four hours later. May have laid an egg.

Laura is still finding arrows in Portugal. We kept bumping into the Porto Camino trail.

Can't figure this out.

Just pretty buildings.

This church is actually two different churches and the far left was a Moorish addition. Can't we all just get along like they can?

     Just wrote a whole section on Portuguese food right before this #%£<

blog blew up and it disappeared. My brother will just have to wait until we get home and get it live. 

     We did spend a few hours by the Atlantic Ocean watching the big waves blast the breakwater. Laura made me cross the yellow hazard tape and metal barriers that warned of strong dangerous breaking waves. She forced me into walking as far as possible to the base of this lighthouse. Just to shoot these pictures that did not do justice to its actual monstrosity.

This was getting exciting, scary but fun. Until a real big one ricocheted and went over the lighthouse walls and over our heads and got us totally soaked and freezing. We did not need our ponchos on the Camino until now. Fun over, too cold.

     As we walked back to the car we saw a man with a huge cart of burning coals. We got there to try and get warm. Turned out he was roasting chestnuts. Got a whole bag full of warm, easy to crack and delicious castanas. We sat under the sun, finishing the whole bag and I was happy again.