Bends Toward Justice

I’ve concentrated these posts on the travel & walking, shortchanging some other cultural observations, like food, drink, etc. As we are now headed back to Lisbon, those things may get more attention. Events elsewhere have colored our experience here. This next part is personal. Some reader may find it interesting, or in the future we may appreciate the reminder of these things. Jan & Bruce have been particularly concerned about the impact of Hurricane Helene the last few days. A couple weeks before we left & just before his 96th birthday, my dad began hospice care. We went to see him on his birthday. It was not at all clear that he was any closer to death. On our first day here we were shocked to learn that a beloved friend since college died due to consequences of cancer. Our thoughts the first two days were on Terry, her family, and our mutual friends. She was active, adventurous, loving, fun, and until last spring, healthy. She’s on the left in this photo. Thursday, Dad’...

Breakfast included today & everyone in there was heading out one way or the other on the Fisherman’s Trail, it seemed. Some of them we’d seen before & saw again later today. It was one of two times so far this trip when we’ve had a chance to slurp up coffee the way we’re used to at home. Thing is it’s shitty coffee. I quite like having an Americano the way they do it here . The start today was down to the beach then steeply up & an elevation profile of the route shows that’s the story of the day. But not the whole story. Here we went partway down, then crossed a wet place above a waterfall. That’s Meg descending some stairs to get a good angle for a photo. The waterfall is visible at the bottom of the photo. This is the photo she took: We stopped at a beachside coffee stand only a mile or two along. The sign indicates we’d gone about four miles. In here, if I remember right, there’s a stretch where we turned inland and squeezed between a wire fence and the vegetation, getti...

Alarm at 6:30 & Meg checked the weather. Rain coming this afternoon so she pushed for an early start. Good thing! We were walking by 7:30 on a leg of 22km. That’s 13.7 miles in American. The first mile and more was road, boardwalk & dirt road, a nice break from all the sand. It was overcast & windy, gusts maybe 20 mph. I had to carry my hat cradled against my chest. Here’s a little fishing harbor we passed in the first couple miles. Bruce posted on Facebook about the insanity of keeping a boat here. Then it was spectacular scenery & miles of easier walking & weather that veered between almost great and almost awful. The miles were going by. Stunning scenery The Cape Sardine lighthouse. Occasionally pausing to appreciate the views And the miles going by Sooner than expected we were entering Cavaleiro & stopping for coffee & pastries. This lion was just too cool not to get a picture, though the coffee shop was cool because coffee & I got no photo. Then wit...

The walk from Villanova de Milfontes to Almograve is the shortest of the trip. The most interesting thing about it is the ferry shortcut at the start. Here’s a photo of Villanova de Milfontes from the ferry. The ferry carries 9 people at a time. Everyone riding it is walking the Fisherman’s Trail. Here’s a photo of the beach where we landed. Off we strode. If you read reviews and descriptions online, this section is easier, less sandy, more boring, or any number of distinctions from yesterday’s, but if you’re planning you might as well think of it as the same, just shorter. However, there’s a stretch with overgrown vegetation. The next two photos were meant to illustrate that. That’s why my mouth is slack jawed. When I saw this next post, I thought I might be onto some found poetry. But the subsequent posts were more exhortative: The main thing about this day is that before 2:00 we were done & having a beer at a cafe.