After a decadent and opulent might at Bosacco Palace we came down to earth by catching the train ( seniors special) to Porto and then a second train to Viana do Castelo in the ,Minho, at the top of Portugal. It was so easy, cheap and stress free compared to hiring and driving a car … Continue reading WILLY WONKA in VIANA do CASTELO.
Continuing on with our trusty driver- (making our journey so much easier and about the same price as a hire car) we travelled through small Portuguese villages with low stone walls, ancient vineyards and olive trees. The sleepy towns were deserted, except for a few old widows and shepherds. We were off to the Stroganov … Continue reading RUSSIAN BORDELLOS and BUSSACO PALACE.
What an unfortunate name- Monsanto! Stone houses which merge into the massive boulders, strewn and lodged high up on the hillside. Picnic at Hanging Rock ( the movie) meets Fred Flintstone. It is believed that neolithic culture was able to take root and shelter here, in the safety of its many caves and crannies. Then … Continue reading ROCKING ON in MONSANTO.
Our last Saturday night in Afurada as the sun set over the Atlantic. We had a stunning fresh fish meal overlooking the Douro River- ' Cataplana' the traditional Portuguese fish stew. Fado music drifted across the river, as the bridge and the banks of the Foz do Douro lit up. Families had set up makeshift … Continue reading THEM THAR MOUNTAINS…Guarda, Belmonte and Monsanto.