I’m falling behind on my blogging. Lack of wifi, being sick and full days are my excuse.
This recovering pilgrim stayed in bed until nearly 10:00, feeling much better. After noon we decided to explore the town. Ponte de Lima, located on the Lima River, is Portugals’s oldest city. Their rambla was lined with huge sycamores:
It was perfect for my wood lover. Look at the size of the camo patterned trunk.
C was hungry so we went for a pilgrim’s meal at a local restaurant, where we could sit outside and admire the river view.
7e each bought us these main courses:
plus soup, bread, a cappuccino, and your choice of beverage, “anything but whiskey.” I had an agua con gaz (sparkling water) and C had a cider. C ate his entire meal plus a good deal of mine.
We returned to our mansion (how often can you say that?) To plan our next five days. We will turn off at the “spiritual variant” of the Portugues Camino, where there is a convent that accepts guests whose goals are consistent with their culture, and are not just pilgrims seeking a place to stay. I sent a request and received a reply in the morning that we were accepted.
Back to our accommodation, which we had all to ourselves, here are some pictures of the rooms.
My major complaint that can’t be resolved in buildings this age was the sewer odor, particularly at night. It’s consistent with other older European construction.
Back on the trail tomorrow. I hear it will be a tough one.
Was going to write yesterday, but it didn’t happen. Thinking of you, Li, In particular, re your gi disturbance, and hoping that you were feeling better. Sounds like today you are (thankfully). Wow. The meals look like a great deal of sustenance to get you going for the day. What adventures (of all sorts...).
Posted by: Karen | September 28, 2019 at 07:08 AM