Saturday 18 May 2024

Day 13, May 18, 2024, Last Day Porto to Park Airport Hotel

Checkout was 11 so we went out for breakfast, our first time. We checked out at 10:30 and took an Uber to the airport hotel. A bargain at 12€ which was what we would have paid for the metro with  a lot more hassle. 

Check in at the airport hotel was 1pm so we hung around the lobby until our room was ready. Our plan was to have an early bite and early to bed since we have to be up by 4am to have breakfast and take the 5 minute shuttle to the airport. We went for a walk to scout out the area for any restaurants and got caught in a downpour. Back to our room to dry off. 

The weather cleared a bit so off we went to find a place to eat. It was 4:30. The first restaurant didn’t open till 6. The second didn’t open till 7. We stumbled across a place where we could hear voices. In we went. It was a local watering hole filled with men watching soccer. They welcomed us in and pointed out a guy who could help us if we had any questions. No dinner until 7, but they had small bites including a few baccala cod bites, breaded pork, and bifana. Two bifana and a half litre of house white wine was the order of the day. What a nice way to end our Portuguese vacation. To finish, I had an espresso and Jill another glass of white wine. We relaxed as we watched the soccer game. The men were very welcoming and gave us nods and smiles as they came and went. Jill was the only woman in this tiny place other than the one who served us. It was a little less than 9€ for this fabulous meal and experience. 

I write this blog for my darling sister and our friends. It also is for us. We forget as we get older so we can go back and reminisce. “…each picture reminds me the fun didn’t stop…”.

Cheers!







1 comment:

  1. What a great trip! You certainly have the pictures to prove it! See you soon.

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