Showing posts with label Portugal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Portugal. Show all posts

Saturday, May 15, 2021

Lisbon, In Bits And Pieces (October, 2017 and October/November, 2019!)


Why Blog About Lisbon Now?

Our visits to Lisbon were in 2017 and 2019 so Why now? is a fair question. Or rather, two questions:

Why not until now?
-- That's not clear to us, honestly. Our 2020 was spend in only two places, so travel events from 2019 often seem to have happened "just last year" and sometimes we want to think about a trip for a while before blogging about it. But we also recognize that even if 2019 was "just last year" in travel terms, 2017 would still be several years ago. So - not clear.

Why finally now?
-- Friends recently celebrated being vaccinated by booking a Fall trip to Lisbon, Sentra, Coimbra, Porto and the Douro River Valley. We applauded their travel optimism, enthused about Portugal and promised to send links to relevant Travels on Abracadabra posts. At which point we found we had exactly zero posts about those places; we had spent almost four months in Portugal and created only one post about a 2017 walking holiday in the Alentejo region and another about our time on the island of Madeira in 2019.


We Were There -- We Have Pictures!


Small loss to the Greater Blogosphere or our friends -- the Internet offers a lot of information about Portugal -- but we use this blog for what attorneys call "refreshing one's recollection" and our recollections need a lot of refreshing these days. See above re: 2019 having become "last year" for 2021!

So, this is our first attempt to address our Embarrassing Portuguese Blogging Failures - a post about Lisbon.

Wednesday, May 6, 2020

A TRAVEL Post! How We Got Here (November & December, 2019)

We thought a travel memories post might be entertaining during quarantine -- at least for us. If not for you -- if reading about someone else's former travels is depressing or unpleasant right now -- please feel free to give this post a miss.

The following is about our disjointed trip from Portugal to Panama in the fall / winter of 2019 which included our first luxury cruise* or rather 1-1/8 luxury cruises and an unexpected trip to the island of Madeira. 

          *Note: We use the term "luxury cruise" to distinguish traveling on a cruise ship from the type of cruising we do on Abracadabra which has its pleasures but is not "luxurious" by most North Americans' standards.

First, a bit about why we decided to take our first luxury cruise:

It's Not A Luxury Cruise - It's A Voyage

We had always classified ourselves as "non-luxury-cruise-types" because:
  • A luxury cruise sounded a lot like being trapped in a hotel which offered three-hour narrated bus tours of "the sights".
  • Eating at the same restaurants (different names and locations / the same kitchen) every day ran counter to one of our favorite travel experiences: eating local food. 
  • We couldn't imagine spending only a few hours in a port because we are used to spending at least a few days and sometimes weeks in most travel locations. We process slowly.
  • We worried about the increase to our already high carbon footprint and the effect of a floating hotel on the ocean. 
  • Even B.C19. (the historical period prior to COVID-19) we thought of big ships as places to catch a cold or the "regular" flu.  
Of course many friends had extoled the virtues of luxury cruising: not having to pack, unpack and schlep bags, great (or at least trustworthy, recognizable and practically endless) food and drink, ship-board activities (socializing, pool time, evening entertainment), a way to arrange group travel that offers some distancing (e.g., friend or family group travel), and the safety and comfort of an arranged tour. Hmmm - as we age many of those virtues sound virtuous. And in some places a tour can be a good idea (see our posts about Morocco). But still, we were not convinced.

A cruise virtue that did resonate with us was the idea that there are destinations best / only experienced from the water, e.g. Alaskan and Norwegian fiords and the middle of the ocean. Eight+ years of part-time cruising on Abracadabra has taught us we will not be crossing any oceans on our own (both Abracadabra and her crew are too old and slow) nor will we make it to Alaska on our own (too cold, thanks).

So, in the final analysis it was a combination of this "cruise destination" idea and the idea of a ship as transportation (how pre-commercial flight era is that?!) which prompted us to book our first luxury cruise. We wouldn't take a vacation. We would take a voyage from our final off-boat season location (Portugal) home to Abracadabra in Panama in the Western Caribbean.

We were particularly attracted to crossing the Atlantic and the Caribbean on the Wind Star because it is very small as cruise ships go (148 guest capacity) and is designed to augment its motor power with sails. The sails might be a (very) tiny carbon worry offset. It didn't hurt that the Wind Star is billed as a casual ship. Our wardrobe improvement costs would be minimal.

We also justified the expense of this voyage because, well, we do that. As a background reminder: when we are not aboard Abracadabra we must be Some Place which is an expense unless we are lucky enough to house-sit or friends / relatives are kind enough to take us in. Our rough Cruise Justification Calculation went something like this: (a) flights from Lisbon to Panama City ($1400 +/-) + (b) lodging, food, ground transportation and laundry for the time aboard (25 days x $150 per day +/- **) = (c) about $800 less than the cost of the trans-Atlantic-Caribbean voyage on the Wind Star. This $800 (or roughly $40 a day) would buy: a crossing of the Atlantic and the Caribbean (which might even be under sail!?), and stops at seven Caribbean islands (without shore excursions).

Decision made. We would try this luxury cruise thing.


And As You Can See, We Enjoyed Ourselves

          **Note: We did not purchase one of the offered pre-paid alcohol packages. The cost of two packages vs. paying à la carte seemed to break even at a bottle of wine a day - each. The idea of incentivizing the consumption of a bottle of wine a day each x 25 days seemed like two tickets to a rehab center or a liver specialist. We chose the control mechanism of paying à la carte.

Wind Star (Partial) Cruise

We were scheduled to embark in Lisbon, cross the Atlantic for 14 days to Sint Maarten (the Dutch side of Saint Martin) and wind through the Caribbean stopping at six other islands before disembarking in Colón, Panama. Twenty-five days aboard.

We traveled from the Algarve (the southern region of Portugal) via train and spent a few days in a hotel near Lisbon's Fontana Park (hotel points!) which allowed us to explore a new-to-us area of the city. There we received an e-mail explaining that due to a weather system the Wind Star could not make it to Lisbon on schedule and we would have to travel (back) south to Portimão in the Algarve to board. The process of gathering with our fellow passengers at a Lisbon hotel to take busses to Portimão was eye-opening. We are not used to large group travel. It was clear that several of our fellow passengers did not see the bus trip to Portimão as a bonus. And many were doubtful that their luggage would ever make it to the ship. Anxiety was not uncommon.

The narrated bus ride took us back through country we had seen on our walking holiday of the Algarve (worth its own post / to come). We were impressed with our little selves for having walked some of those hills!

We boarded the Wind Star and met our cabin steward who, like all the stewards on that voyage was from Indonesia. The restaurant and bar workers were from the Philippines. Bryce got to dust off his very rusty bahasa indonesia. Our cabin was of good size yet still felt like a ship's cabin rather than a hotel room, which pleased us. The "head" (bathroom) was twice and the "hanging locker" (closet) four times the size of those on Abracadabra. And we had purchased the unlimited laundry service. Now that's luxury cruising, friends.


Departing Portimão

Interestingly, the ship's motion was more than we had expected (see above re: weather system) and we had some difficulty moving around the public areas. Abracadabra underway can be a very dynamic platform -- but a compact dynamic platform. We can move from one end of Abracadabra to the other using safety hand-holds when necessary, honoring the U.S. Coast Guard's 3-points of contact rule: both feet and one hand connected to the boat. Some of the Wind Star's public places had no hand-holds and the sea state required passengers to careen about or walk using a sort of modified "squat walk" -- effective but decidedly inelegant. Our cabin had been chosen for maximum stability and was at sea level. The roughish sea state made nights noisy. More than once we agreed that we were very glad we were not in those seas on Abracadabra and that the noise reminded us of trying to sleep off-watch on a rough night passage. Sailing off shore on the Atlantic in something larger than 37 feet = a good idea.

On day three the captain notified the passengers that there was a problem with one of the ship's three diesel-powered electric generators*** and that in the interest of safety the Wind Star would be diverting to the island of Madeira where we would be met by engineering technicians from Britain who would get us back underway within three days. Those who wanted to leave the ship in Madeira could make arrangements at the front desk.

          ***Note: Normally one of the Wind Star's three diesel-powered generators powers the "house" (hotel and dining spaces, crew housing, etc.), one the electric propulsion motor (the ship's propeller) and one is held in reserve. The Windstar Line decided it would be risky business to transport a ship full of paying passengers across the Atlantic without the backup generator.

We expected that some of our Caribbean stops would be eliminated due to the delay in Madeira but had never been to Madeira. Summoning our team spirit of adventure we looked forward to seeing Madeira. We would stick with the ship.

The Wind Star arrived in Funchal, the largest city and port on the island.

The (Little) Wind Star (Left) Docked In Funchal

For three days we took the complimentary bus tours of the island offered by the cruise line. We felt lucky not to have to join our many fellow passengers who spent hours arranging flights back to the U.S. in time to honor their American Thanksgiving obligations. Below are some pictures / thoughts about Madeira in case you ever have a chance to go there.

About day four in Funchal the captain again called the passengers together and reported that a bearing on the shaft between one diesel engine and the electric generator it powered had frozen. Completely. The cruise was cancelled. Molly thought Bryce was going to cry, not so much due to the cancellation of the cruise as in "been-there-done-that" solidarity with those spending countless hours trying to unstick that effing bearing. Early in our relationship with Abracadabra he had spent days freeing up some frozen glow plugs. He literally felt the pain of the marine engineers.

During the following days the Windstar line made several different, unclear offers of compensation for the cancelled cruise. People departed. The house alcohol package was made complementary. We stayed. We didn't have any place to go. They were still feeding us and doing our laundry. We no longer had to keep track of our wine-with-dinner tab. Our 30th Anniversary came and went, marked not with the starlit dinner on deck as we had anticipated but at one of the ship-wide parties thrown to send the passengers off with good feelings toward the Windstar Line. The highlight of Molly's "anniversary party" was watching Bryce dance the macarena. Alas she has no video.

It's not that we weren't stressed. It's just that we don't often have the "get home" urge and  even when we do we don't have a place to attach it to. So we waited until the Windstar Line said they would give us all our money back plus "future cruise credits" of 100% of the price of the cancelled cruise -- best and final offer. Thank you for joining us and please disembark by Friday. We disembarked.

Madeira, M'Dear

All in all we spent eleven days at Madeira; seven as guests of the Windstar Line and four at the Sé Boutique Hotel in Funchal. We spent a lot of our time in Funchal looking for a way to get from Madeira to Panama affordably but before we go into that, here's a bit about Madeira and what we unexpectedly enjoyed there:

          Madeira Is Portuguese

The Madeira archipelago is located in the Atlantic ocean, roughly 700 miles out and abeam Morocco. The islands were unoccupied when they were identified in 1419 by Portuguese explorers working their way down the African coast during the Portuguese Age of Exploration overseen by Henry the Navigator. "What a nice island, the hills are a lot like at home" they might have said. Or, more likely, "what a great strategic location for trading and repairing and protecting our trading ships" . . .


The Hills Around Funchal
Reminded Us Of Lisbon's Hills

Soon Portuguese settlers began to arrive and over the next 600 years (for almost four hundred years, with the help of African slave labor) made the main island of Madeira look a lot like Portugal.


Funchal

The Jesuits College of Funchal,
Built 1624 - 1640
(Now St. John Evangelist Church)

A Street in Funchal


An Example of Portuguese Azuelo Tile Art
At The Market in Funchal


Funchal Has A Sacred Art Museum
- Very Portuguese

More than once we heard from locals in the tourist industry that recent immigrants to Madeira were driving up the prices of housing. The general consensus was that they were ethnic Portuguese repatriating from Brazil. During Portugal's dictatorship (1932-1974, primarily under Antonio de Oliveira Salazar) there was a stream of emigration to Brazil. With the recent strengthening of Brazil's economy a number of Portuguese immigrants decided to reinvest in the homeland and establish a presence in the European Union. We have never been to Brazil but - we'd buy a house in Madeira if we had the money!


Hillside Charmers

          But Madeira Is Also Not Quite Portuguese

Shortly after the democratic revolution of 1974 Madeira was made an autonomous region of Portugal with its own government, flag and anthem. But its sub-tropical geography is what provides Madeira's non-Portuguese flair.


Luscious Tropical Fruit
In Front, The "Delicious Fruit" -- Aptly Named

Chiles 

The Black Scabbard Fish


Interestingly Madeiran bananas are too small to meet EU standards for bananas. They can only be sold in Portugal. The rest of the EU is missing out on some very tasty bananas.

          Madeira Is Touristy - In A Laid Back Way          

Visitors to Madeira will invariably be offered a tasting of Madeira wine. Go. The wine is yummy in an after-dinner kind of way.

White Grape Madeira: Sercial, Verdelho, Bual and Malmsey
(Driest to Sweet)

Several companies offer self-guided or guided walking holidays in Madeira. Because we hadn't booked in advance (ha! really?) we took three of the widely-advertised guided day walks along the island's levadas, an intricate system of irrigation ditches that bring water from the wet side of the island to the farms on the drier side. These walks were a highlight of our time there even though we don't usually prefer guided walks. And fyi, the levadas have a very gentle grade so these are super simple walks.


A Levada

This Is A Living Irrigation System -
Not Just A Thing For Tourists

Levada Maintenance Is Constant

Before asking us to disembark the Windstar Line offered three days of complimentary bus tours around the island. Bus tours aren't usually our thing, but they seemed like a simple (inexpensive!) way to see the island. We were awed by the extensive and well-maintained road works through the island's hills and the lovely little fields of flowers, vegetables, and sugar cane perched precariously on the side of the hills.


Does The Short-Straw Guy Tend The Cliff-Side Field?

Best Leave Driving In Madeira
 
To The Professionals

Many Of These Villages Have
Gotten Access Roads Only Recently
  
Hard Work, Farming On A Hillside

The hilly terrain has not only given rise to levada walking as a tourist activity. Since Victorian times tourists have been able to ride in the Carreiros do Monte -- baskets on wooden skids which are kept from careening off the mountain or into stone walls by guys pulling on ropes while wearing jaunty straw hats. It's totally touristy and if you are in Madeira you must dig out your credit card and go. It's a hoot. Those Victorians were on to something.


Would You Go To Venice And Say No To A Gondola Ride?

In Funchal we were able to attend two classical music concerts, one at the English Church and another at the Madeira Assembly Hall. And those were only two of the many live music options available during our short stay.

In sum the Wind Star's detour to Madeira was a happy accident for us and a reminder that enjoying travel is in part attitude. On that theme, a few additional shots:


The Government's Program Must Have Worked -
We Saw No Rats

Falcons On The Waterfront
Used To Keep Gulls and Pigeons Away From The Tourists

One Of The Painted Doors Of Rua de St. Maria
In Funchal

Wind Surf Cruise

As charming as we found Madeira we spent a fair amount of our time there trying to figure out how to not spend the rest of our lives there. We learned that flights from Madeira mostly went to the UK and Lisbon. Our wardrobes would not support a winter adventure in the UK. From Lisbon, of course, we could fly to anywhere - including (circuitously) Panama City. But see above - avoiding that expensive, long, painful (aren't they all?) series of flights was why we had booked the Wind Star voyage in the first place.

We learned that a Windstar Line cruise from Lisbon to Sint. Maarten was leaving in two weeks. This cruise was on the slightly larger Wind Surf (342 guest capacity) a vessel that also has sail augmentation. And we had been promised future cruise credits on the Windstar Line! Everything was falling into place.

We booked the voyage on the Wind Surf, hung out a few more days in Funchal (see above) and flew to Lisbon. We spent time at the Hotel Vincci Liberdade in yet another new-to-us part of Lisbon and began to fancy ourselves "old Lisbon hands". We even found a good Vietnamese restaurant!

Unfortunately when we checked our bank statements we realized that Windstar had deducted the cost of the Wind Surf voyage from our cash reimbursement rather than applying our Future Cruise Credits. Our FCCs were still intact but as a "bird in the bush" rather than in hand. Should we have disputed this at the time? You bet. Did we? After two weeks of travel juggling and trying to interpret the Windstar Line's on-again-off-again compensation offers - no. Enough, we said. We are going to get our trans-Atlantic crossing and we will arrive in Panama City only two weeks later than anticipated. All will be good. 20/20 Hindsight Travel Tip: Do not be like us. Stay vigilant or end up with Future Cruise Credits useable only during or immediately post an unanticipated world-wide pandemic.

We boarded the Wind Surf in Lisbon.


Take Two

Note the box Bryce is carrying. This WiFi booster antenna for Abracadabra was delivered to us in Portugal and we carried it from Cascais - Lisbon - Wind Star - Funchal - Lisbon - Wind Surf - Sint. Maarten -  Panama City - Bocas del Toro. But by gawd we didn't pay for shipping! Go ahead. Roll your eyes. Molly does.


Departure From Lisbon

Ponte 25 de Abril, Lisbon
(San Franciscans May Recognize This)

Once again the house crew was primarily Philippine and Indonesian and very attentive. Once again we struggled a bit to balance our appreciation of the crew's talent, skill and good humor with our lack of comfort at receiving the luxury cruise level of personal service. Not that we really wanted to clean our own cabin . . . it's just . . . hmmm . . . clearly we haven't worked through these feelings. What we do know is the (unrelentingly) attentive service aspect of luxury cruising isn't at the top of our Reasons For Taking Another Luxury Cruise.

The top of that list? The opportunity to take another trans-oceanic voyage. It was wonderful to be on the ocean. We watched the weather and wave patterns, tried to estimate what land mass was "just over that way", looked at the stars and just experienced that amazing part of the planet moving beneath us. Our coastal passages on Abracadabra have had (and we hope in the future will have) moments of awe and beauty and grandness. But on Abracadabra those moments compete with the constant / repetitive need to check our location, look for vessel traffic and obstructions (fishing nets, floating junk), adjust sails and / or listen / check for signs of the motor's health, confirm electrical usage and creation, confirm water and diesel usage, and prepare and clean up after meals. On the Wind Surf someone else was doing all of that. We could just watch the sea and sky without interruption.

The weather was good, the sea state was relatively smooth and our cabin was on a higher deck than previously so we experienced a lot less wave noise than during our Wind Star outing. The food was not quite as good as on the Wind Star but it was fine - the chef on the Wind Star offered a daily curry (yumm). Big meat lovers will be in heaven on the Wind Surf (Bryce was). The Wind Surf had a nice gym and was large enough that deck walking was pleasant (5 x around the deck = 1 mile). Looking at the ocean, listening to an interesting audiobook and walking - not unlike being in quarantine without worrying about a pesky global pandemic.

There were Evening Entertainments. We are not Night Life people and we enjoyed some. Through conversations with other passengers we had realized we were among the very few on our (but for three days on the Wind Star) maiden voyage. But one evening we learned that many of the passengers had taken at least 10 cruises with the Windstar Line -- and that a few had taken at least 40 - that's forty - cruises with the Windstar Line. The vague sense of entitlement/ownership we had seen some of our fellow passengers display began to make sense! These people were more like time-share owners than passengers.

This repeat cruiser syndrome was also clear when, early in the trip there was an announcement that there would be a "build a boat" competition near the end of the voyage. Clearly some of these people had been planning for this since their previous voyage. This might have been our favorite cruise event!


Even If These Guys Built These Ships In Two Weeks,
 They Didn't Design Them In Just Two Weeks!

In today's pandemic environment we think it's important to disclose that each of us had a multi-day head cold on this voyage. Our colds overlapped and during Bryce's bout (he went first) we kept ourselves to ourselves at meals and spent much of our time in the cabin. By the time Molly was sick she chose to work her way through the ship's cabin service soup menu. The memory of these short illnesses sticks with us when we think about using our Future Cruise Credits. . .

Also fyi and somewhat related to our head cold disclosure, the shipboard DVD collection isn't very broad or deep. Anyone taking a long voyage who isn't an action movie fan should consider downloading some movies in advance. In the event of catching a cold.

Antigua & Sint Maarten 

The Wind Surf's first Caribbean stop was at Antigua.

Coming In To Antigua

We declined the shore excursions and hired a cab and driver for a few hours. We visited the Big Sight on Antigua - Nelson's Dock Yard. The Admiral lived at the dockyard from 1784 - 1787.

A Very Tiny Museum Inside

We wandered around and drank Ting, a packed-with-sugar carbonated grapefruit drink popular in the Caribbean. Be careful, it's addictive and your doctor will not approve.


Hilltop View Of English Harbor And Nelson's Dockyard
Many Of Our Cruising Compadres Were There 

Our driver then took us on a circuit of the island, introducing each little settlement by explaining what churches were there and which of his relatives lived there. It was quite sweet. That evening the Wind Surf departed for our place of debarkation -- Sint Maarten. 


Tied Up In Sint Maarten 

We had planned to spend a few days on the island of Sint Maarten / St. Martin before flying out to Panama City. Whether due to (a) a general strike which made travel to the French side of the island difficult, (b) Molly's lingering cold, or (c) travel fatigue (we had been traveling for three months at that point) we aren't sure, but we did almost nothing during our four days in Sint Maarten. We spent our time lounging at the very comfortable, low-key Oyster Bay Beach Resort. We were ready to head home to Abracadabra. 

Which we then did -- by air.

What We Learned

Our "luxury cruise" experience taught us that:
  • we may take another luxury cruise that is also a trans-oceanic crossing -- we like being on the ocean -- or a voyage to a destination of interest to us;
  • we are not interested in being on a ship much larger than the Wind Surf (342 guests);
  • the Eastern Caribbean is great for sailing and we hope to be there again on a sailboat - but not on a luxury cruise;
  • catching a cold is easy in a confined environment (and due to subsequent world events we are now uncertain whether we will be taking a luxury cruise or any sort of group travel holiday before there is a COVID-19 vaccine);
  • one should remain vigilant when trying to negotiate with travel companies - once off the ship (plane, bus - etc.) one is gone to them.
This post has also taught us that writing about our travels is a comforting thing to do while waiting out the quarantine in Panama -- so you'll be hearing from us again.

Next: How About Northern France?





Wednesday, November 15, 2017

Follow the Green Dot –– Walking In Alentejo –- October 31 - November 9, 2017



It's been a long time since our last post and we've been very busy so there's a lot to catch up on. The ultra-condensed version is: 

  • California (family / friends); 
  • five weeks in Ontario, Canada (thanks Brenda! / family / friends / Bryce became an official senior citizen); 
  • California (thanks Ken and Claudia and Frank and Irene / Bryce had a second cataract blasted out / Molly had her last pre-senior citizen birthday / lots of friends); 
  • a few days in London, England (theater!); and 
  • six weeks in Portugal. 

A less condensed version of some of this is planned, and here's our start:  


Greetings from Cascais, Portugal where we are hanging out in a nice apartment, doing laundry, dining “at home” and generally resting up from our Portuguese travels which we launched in early October. While we enjoy the off-season calm of this famous beach resort and have had lots of interesting experiences before we arrived here, we’re going to humor ourselves and blog first about what we did most recently:

We walked.

We walked for 65+/- kilometers (40+/- miles) over six days through beautiful countryside and lovely villages following routes planned by a company appropriately called Portugal Walks. We observed rural Portugal on a very human scale while the company arranged for the transfer of our luggage between three very different but comfortable and charming accommodations. And in the evenings we consumed even more rich Alentejo food and wine than our walking justified.

This walking tour was inspired by our walk along the coast of Catalunya last year which we enjoyed very much. If one’s feet (and hips and knees, etc.) are up to it, walking is a wonderful way to experience a place and we hope to do it again in other countries. 


We, The Green Dot

In addition to the daily route maps and walking directions we expected, based on our walk in Catalunya, Portugal Walks equipped us with GPS tracks to download via an application on our cellphones called GPX Viewer. Once downloaded the tracks were usable even without cell or data connection. All we had to do was keep the green dot (representing us) headed toward the next “flag” (representing the next route change or point of interest). This new-to-us technology became very important because, after our first day’s trail walk, we alternated between walking farm roads





and crossing almost trackless farm fields. It turns out that, to the unschooled eye, one cork tree can look a lot like another.





We spent a lot of time pausing to let the green dot (the electronic us) find its place on the electronic map and then figuring out where to go from there -- it was similar to hitting the “find ship” button when tracking waypoints on Abracadabra’s moving map display. Occasionally we found that we had veered off the track or some farmer (the nerve) had put a new fence between GPS waypoints and blocked our path. We would huddle and compare the electronic data to the handy old-school paper maps and improvise. Bryce alternated between an elevated state of frustration and geeky map-guy bliss.

When we reached our goal at the end of each day we were tired and foot-sore -- but feeling very clever!


Neolithic Sites

The most unique thing about a walk in Portugal’s Alentejo region



FYI


is that the area near the town of Évora is practically littered with Neolithic (pre-Bronze Age / pre-1700 BCE) monuments.

On our second walking day we visited the Zambujeiro Dolmen which was built around 3000 BCE. [Archaeological factoid: A dolmen is a tomb structure formed by standing stones capped by a horizontal stone.] The Zambujeiro Dolmen is unusually large and is believed to have been the burial place for some very important Neolithic types.


3,000 BCE -- Hey, Kids, Let's
Build A Big Tomb For The Head Guy! 



It's All About Leverage


We Are Told This Was On Top of The Standing Rocks --
It Was Blasted Off By Explosives In The  1960's


Perspective: Our Model i= 6'2"

We also saw several Menhirs – freestanding stones from the Neolithic period. Though some internet information suggests that archaeologists aren’t sure of the purpose of these stones (religious, community gathering place – ?) our second thought upon seeing our first menhir (after the initial “Holy cow how did they get that here and then stand it up?”) was “well, uhm -- we have a pretty good guess what those Neolithic folks were worshiping there . . . .”


Menir of Almendres

Three of the menhirs we saw can be found on tourist maps and the Almendres menhir had quite a few visitors when we were there. But our favorite menhir -- at Barrocal – is not well marked at all. We found it at the edge of what seemed to be an abandoned housing development, standing to the side of a large area that included crumbling curbs and streets and large electrical boxes and conduits. Apparently having a neighborhood menhir was not a big selling point  . . . .


The Menir Down The Street

The most complex Neolithic site we saw was the Cromlech of Almendres, a series of over 90 free-standing stones in a pattern which clearly meant something important to someone about 5,000 years ago. We have read that two of the stones create a range which points to the sunrise on Winter solstice. Some of the stones still bear carvings.



Cromlech of Almendres


Standing Stone With Circular Carvings
(And Water On Camera Lens . . . )

Cromlech of Almendres

Unfortunately as we approached the cromlech site it began to pour rain. Shortly we were alone except for two other lunatics (who had at least thought to bring an umbrella) and had the soggy privilege of an almost private walk among the stones. We pondered the amount of community commitment and physical effort it must have taken to create such a place at that time. And thought how hard it will be to put up with the selfie-taking crowds at Stonehenge if we get there . . .

The other cromlech on our route, the Cromlech of Xerez, was drier and totally unoccupied, but ever so much less impressive. The information at the site explains the center Menir was found and placed there in order to protect the stone, and the other standing stones were moved to the site and placed around the menir in a square pattern because, well – that’s how the guy in charge decided to do it. The square pattern doesn’t correspond to any Neolithic design. In essence, Xerez isn’t so much a cromlech as a collection of random Neolithic standing stones.



Cromlech of Xerez -- Tidy But Inauthentic

“Recent” History
On our third hiking day the route took us to the medieval Castle of Valongo notable because it was not originally built by the Moors, nor was it surrounded by a village. Our personal memory of the castle is that we arrived during a rain so hard it flooded the pocket of Molly’s jacket and temporarily disabled her cellphone (see above re: the phone’s important GPS feature).



Storming the Castle - Literally
(Rain Jacket Over Pack)
Lesson 1: Put Phone In Plastic Bag
Lesson 2: Don't Wear Jeans In The Rain

On another, drier walk, we were routed to an interesting medieval water feature with a carved Latin message which, according to the English translation posted nearby, assured us that if we blessed our face and breast with the water there we would have nothing to fear from the "treachery of lemures" (spirits of the dead) or "false apparitions".



Bryce Watching For Treacherous Lemures

Molly Looking Out For False Apparitions 

Sadly for us, the fountain was dry . . . . 

Our first walk was along a path following a very impressive “water feature”, the Aqueduto de Agua Prata (the Silver Water Aqueduct) which was originally built in the 16th century (though most of what one can see now is from the 19th century reconstruction) and is still in use today.



The Aqueduct Path


The most interesting parts of the aqueduct for us were the “visitors boxes” – repair access and aeration ports.


Visitor's Box
Farms
Alentejo is a farming area so we walked through and by lots of farms, farmers and farm animals. We saw cork trees, marked to show the date of the most recent harvest, some showing signs of multiple harvests.


Pre-2017 Cut

Cork trees are first harvested about 20 years after planting and can be re-harvested every 9 years on average. They live for 150 to 200 years. Stockholders should be informed that cork is a long-term investment.

We also saw hectares of olive trees (necessary to provide the bushels of delicious olives we have been eating!) and passed beside several orchards at harvest. We had read that the "old school" way of harvesting, which involved beating branches with a rod until the olives dropped, was harmful to the trees and that new harvest methods had been adopted. And then we saw the new method in use:



Olive Harvest - The New Technology 
Looks And Sounds Like A Tree Vibrator

Of course we also saw lots of farm animals – some quite curious about us



Bryce's Buddy
(Too Young To Be A Good Snarling Dog)

Well, Helllo There

. . . others not so much.



Pay No Attention And They Will Leave Us Alone

Accommodations
Unlike our walk in Catalunya, which was primarily a continuous path (on most days we would leave our accommodation and walk to our next), this walk was six distinct routes, some which started from or ended at our accommodation and others which required coordinating a drop off and/or pick up with a driver. This difference meant we missed the sense of accomplishment that we had from walking a continuous distance in Catalunya (“we walked from here to there . . . “), but we enjoyed not having to pack our bags every morning and it made it easier to “cheat” on one rainy day.

Our first three nights were at the Monte do Serrado de Baixo which, for our cyclist friends, is the base for Portugal Best Cycling. It is also a lovely and comfortable guest house, offering delicious, hearty food. We don’t often include pictures of food, but how could we not take a picture of the quail eggs and squid salad appetizers?





The staff at the farm is very charming as is Pipoca (Portuguese for Popcorn), the dog. Pipoca insisted on accompanying us for a portion of our first walk and after awhile we realized that she was “protecting” us from the neighborhood dogs (which were safely barking and snarling behind fences). Pipoca put on quite a show of barking and snarling back and running along the fences. If we took too long looking at the map or reading the tour notes about the aqueduct Pipoca would herd us on.



C'mon You Guys!

[Side Note About Farm Dogs: Alentejo may not be the best place to walk for someone truly frightened of dogs. Farms have dogs -- working dogs whose job it is to keep animal and human predators away from the expensive animals, crops and equipment. Some of the chained dogs looked  scary, but our experience was that the free-range dogs were only interested in fulfilling their duty statements (See stranger:(a) Bark, (b) Snarl). They would snarl and bark but not approach closer than the edge of “their” property. We kept to the road or trail and would greet them in our best non-threatening voices, “Good job there, dog! You are protecting your farm – good dog! We will tell your farmer that you are a very good dog and won’t come near your farm!”. And we didn’t.]

Our second accommodation was Convento de São Paulo, a former convent (with a 15th century beginning) which is now a very lovely (if a bit worn around the edges) hotel. The Convento looks like it might be jammed with bus tours in the high season (two pools, two bars, a huge breakfast room and dining room) but on an off-season Friday night we encountered only one other couple at dinner. On Saturday night the restaurant was full of small groups, many Spanish, on driving tours of Alentejo.

Molly’s favorite part of the Convento was the big fluffy white robe which greeted her after walking in the rain to Castle Valongo. Nothing better than a hot shower and fluffy robe after a walk in the rain!

The convent was also our place of refuge on the following day. Our planned walk was a circular one starting from and returning to the hotel. It looked like more rain. Our clothes were soaked. Really, who would know? We slept in, ate our packed picnic lunch in the bar and spent the rest of the day wandering the halls of the convent and enjoying the 18th century tile work.



Joseph as a Weary Backpacker -
We Related

Yeoooow! [What Is This?!]


Our last two trek nights were in the beautiful medieval hilltop village of Monsaraz - lovely, even if "hilltop" is not exactly what one wants to hear at mile 35-ish . . . 



Keep Climbing - You Can't Miss It


We stayed in Casa Pinto, a converted townhouse decorated in High Raj décor (water tinkling in the background and lots of incense) -- a bit uncomfortable given that Portugal controlled several areas of India which they didn’t give up until forced to in 1961. Bryce sneezed a lot (see above re: incense) and kept banging his head on the very short doorway between the bedroom and bathroom. But the views were lovely and breakfast was great.

Monsaraz is small and charming and while it looks like it may be gruesome in high bus-tour season we enjoyed our time there very much. The castle ruins offer very nice views. 











There are a couple of churches and two little museums to visit. The museums are not very accessible to non-Portuguese speakers and the churches prohibit picture taking. Everybody closes at 13.00 for lunch - no negotiating.

Kindness of A Stranger

Our favorite Monsaraz-related experience was our last walk of the tour. We decided that the previous day’s climb up the hill to town had been enough climbing and that, rather than take the entire circular route laid out for us we would walk down to the valley, take the portion of the route with the most interesting sites (8-ish kilometers / 5+ miles), have lunch as we passed through in the village of Outeiro at the café prominently marked on our map and, in the subsequent village of Barrada call a taxi for a ride back to Monsaraz (we have purchased a Portuguese sim card for one phone and had been given the number for a taxi company). Perfect plan.

Problematic execution.

The walk down the hill was lovely. We stopped in Férraguda for coffee. More pleasant walking. Then things began to go a little off the rails. In Outeiro we found only one closed café and one where we were told, with great regret, “não, não cozinha” (no, no kitchen). Coffee, beer and packaged snacks. Hmmmm. We sat on a nearby bus-stop bench and ate our hiking snack (apples and Kellogg's cereal bars) supplemented by potato chips and some weird Cheetos shaped like soccer balls we had purchased at the não, não cozinha café. 

More pleasant walking and then at our planned final destination – the village of Barrada - our plan really began to unravel. The one café in town was closed; the taxi company phone number we had been given didn’t work; and the bus to Monsaraz wasn’t due for two hours. On the plus side we provided a lot of entertainment for the two pensionistas hanging at the bus stop.

We were sitting on a park bench Googling “taxi Monsaraz” when a lady came out of her house and greeted us. We offered up "Boa Tarde" (Good Afternoon) - one of the few Portuguese pleasantries we had committed to memory -- and Bryce asked in Spanish (which many Portuguese sort-of understand) if she knew a telephone number for a taxi. She made reassuring hand gestures, went back to her house and returned with her husband who spoke English. Enough, anyway. He offered us a ride to Monsaraz which we gratefully accepted. We learned that he had recently retired to the village and lived in a house he had inherited from his father; he was the owner of 215 olive trees; he didn’t like Trump; and he seemed reassured that we didn’t like Trump either. When we arrived in Monsaraz he refused our offer of money for gas, saying “Portuguese are good people.” We agreed - yes, they are.

Resting Up In Évora

Portugal Walks arranged for our transport from Monsaraz to Évora where we had decided to stay for a couple of days. We had spent a few hours in Évora before – it was the destination of our first walk along the aqueduct - but we thought it deserved more time.



Évora. Aqueduct.
Aqueduct Arch = Prime Real Estate 
 
Portugal's "White Villages" -- Not As Well
Known, But As Pretty as Those In Spain

We stayed for two nights at the M’ar de Ar Muralhas hotel (which we think means something about air; any real Portuguese ideas are appreciated) and are glad we added the extra time in Évora. There are several interesting things to do / see there and staying in a big, tour type hotel with a plush mattress was very nice!

The University of Évora is high on the list of Things To See In Évora. It was founded as a Jesuit seminary in 1551 but after the Jesuits were expelled from Portugal in 1759 the university was closed. It was reopened in 1973. In the intervening 200 + year the buildings were used for a wide variety of educational and social purposes, including a high school and an industrial school. The 200+ year hiatus doesn’t seem to matter to the University, however – it bills itself as having been a university from 1559 to the present day.



University of Évora

The “sights” at the University are primarily classrooms, which have totally cool tile murals on the walls, much like every other Portuguese public building decorated in the 16th – 17th century. Many of these murals contain scenes that seem generally uplifting in nature, even if the imagery is not entirely clear to modern viewers.





Others seem a bit violent for impressionable youth.








But we weren't disturbed until we were leaving through a departure hall lined half-way from floor to ceiling with tile pictures of flowers and birds and realized that . . . the eyes of every single bird had been chipped out.


Every Single Bird
That calls for a psychology class or two.

Speaking of creepy, another Big Deal Site in Évora is the Chapel of Bones at the Church of St. Francis, which we almost passed on. [After all, we lived in Guanajuato, Mexico for over four months without visiting the famous mummy museum there.] This time we took the tourist bait.


Yorick - You There, Dude?

The stated purpose of this 17th Century chapel was to invite contemplation of the transient nature of life.



We Are Told This Latin Phrase Means
"We Bones Here, For Yours Await"

It was oddly interesting, but we found a better lesson abut transience at the Neolithic sites nearby. Those Neolithic people lived, worked their asses off hauling and raising stones, died (probably not unrelated to all that rock hauling); the rocks remain but we are left to wonder – what the heck was that all about? 

The church also has a museum with the usual beautiful church things – but one painting was particularly interesting to us: a very graphic explanation of St. Francis’s stigmata.



Follow The Red Lines . . . 

Speaking of transience, there are some Roman ruins in Évora, though sadly the beautiful (based on pictures) temple columns that are the symbol of the town were covered in plastic and under repair. What we were able to see was a small Roman Bath complex which we finally found in the lobby of a city government building. While waiting to deal with a utility bill or building permit issue, citizens of Évora can either sit in the hard plastic chairs in the lobby and watch the electronic take-a-number machine or walk a few feet to see what’s left of a Roman bath.




Some city employees can look down on the former baths from their desks.



Does Magritte Work Here?

As retired civil servants, we couldn’t help but wonder if looking at the remains of an empire renowned for its organizational structures encourages Portuguese civil servants to heights of efficiency – or puts things in perspective in a very different way?

We visited the Cathedral and paid to climb to the roof of the cloister. The view of the cloister and cathedral were very nice.







In sum – there are a lot of things to see and do in Évora and we are glad we stayed a few extra days. 


NEXT

We are off to Morocco soon where we will be undertaking an experiment in travel. We have arranged to take a two week group tour of the Highlights of Morocco. We think this is our first multi-day group tour experience since we hiked the Inca Trail in Peru over a decade ago and are quite nervous about it. We will let you know whether we work and play well with the other tourists or become the annoying couple that delays everyone by arriving late in the morning complaining loudly about the hotel breakfast. Stay tuned.























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