Almograve to Zambujeira do Mar

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 with motivation & coffee & weather conditions variable but deteriorating, we went on.

Stork nest & 4 more miles…

Little dip down to another fishing port & uphill on the other side to lunch, then on into actual shitty weather.

Early on I feared my hat would lose its shape, but I realized the hat is finding its shape & I hope that is compatible with my head & vanity.

I’ve been reading these books with a heroine who drinks aguardiente. That’s the Brazilian version. Today, I finally drank some aguardente, the Portuguese version.

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