Goodbye Portugal, holá Spain!
At seven o’clock I got up, took the dogs out for a longer walk, then while they were having breakfast I packed our things, had breakfast, and did the dishes. At 8:48 Portuguese time we set off. That’s 9:48 Spanish time. In the valley there was a milky-white fog; I could see only as much as was enough to be able to “speed along” in second gear. As we went up the winding road, it kept getting brighter, and up on the hilltop the sun was already shining. The view that greeted us there?! Sunshine above, and below us, just a few meters down, dense fog. It was magical. I kept stopping, apologizing to the dogs. You cannot not capture this; I want to remember it for as long as I live.
Then we reached the so-called “Douro Interior,” I couldn’t get over the view. In one place there was a ten-meter pull-over lane where motorcyclists were standing and photographing what I definitely wanted to capture too. “This is wonderful!” I said to them. “Yes, Portugal is beautiful!” they replied, and you couldn’t help but agree. Portugal’s natural endowments are breathtaking, wonderful. You have to come back again and again. This was my first trip here, but I’m completely sure it won’t be the last. The Douro Valley deserves at least two weeks — just on its own, with full devotion. I’ve never seen anything like this anywhere; this place has a huge effect on me, and I KNOW that this first meeting of ours is just the beginning of a wonderful friendship. Thank you, Douro Valley! Thank you for showing the “miracle-making” of nature and humans in harmony.