Holiday Inn Porto Gaia
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We boarded our ship!!!
small but nicely laid out..except for the SMALL bsthroon! Had to squat to shave me legs!,,
aug 10 - we had a laid back day..just cruising today!
aug. 11 - morning of sailing, then in the afternoon, a trip to Castelo Rodrigo..11th century church, a place for pilgrims to stop at. And a not so great wine tasting!,, but we persevered!
trouble trying to upload pictures,...will try later if a better wifi connection :(
... tasting rooms not at their
wineries near where the grapes are grown but at a specific area on the
waterfront in San Francisco.
I continued on to Vasconcellos for a few more tastes, and
then on to Quevedo for a few more. I should point out that all the port houses
charge for their tasting, but “tastes” of their ports are 2 Euros each or 3 tastes
for 5 Euros and are full servings that you might get if you ordered ...
... Nos ossos que aqui estamos pelos vossos esperamos' or 'We bones who are here, await yours'. You walk into a vaulted chapel entirely lined with the tibias, fibias and skulls of about 2000 monks, give or take a femur or two. It's not creepy, but it is arresting. You don't so much ponder your own place in the wall, but project yourself into the lives of those whose remains do. Kerry found it disturbing, evoking images of 20th century atrocities. More breathtaking in ...
... of churches. I appreciate every one of them for their architecture, the art within, the history, but boy oh boy it is obvious there is a lot of wealth within the walls.
Porto's railway station was built on the site of an earlier Monastery in 1916. The interior is covered with the tiles, hand painted, and depict early modes of transportation, rural festivities and some historic scenes. This was an interesting building to walk through and watch the trains come in ...
... highway to Porto, we notice a sign behind us indicating N227. Better late than never, I suppose.
It’s now six, and we hit rush hour in Porto. We are zooming around the circular road attempting to find our exit. Nothing. Deciding to leave the autovia anyway, we locate our position on our Porto street map (which fortuitously we had found stuffed under the front seat, obviously forgotten by the last occupants). ...