Monday, 13 May 2024

Day 7, Nazare, Portugal May 12, 2024

We took our first ever Uber to the Campanha bus station in Porto. It was also our first ever ride in an EV. We liked it. It was very quiet and had strong acceleration. It looked brand new and cost us a little under 6 euros for the 15 minute ride. Ubers are very inexpensive in Portugal.

Our bus was very comfortable with leather seats. It took us 2-3/4 hours to get to Nazare. It was sunny when we arrived although a bit chilly. Our apartment was a 10 minute walk from the bus station and when we arrived the keys for our second floor apartment were in a lock box. The apartment has two bedrooms and is much more spacious than our last one.

It was 3 o’clock and so we were hungry. We headed out to find a restaurant and decided on a typical Portuguese restaurant steps from our apartment on a side street. We both ordered classic Portuguese dishes, cataplana and pork alentejana, both delicious. Lunch cost 43 euros with a bottle of house wine. Compared to back home, a bargain even though it was more expensive than Porto as Nazare is a prime tourist destination.

Off to the beach and what a beach it is. It’s beautifully set in a bay. Although the sand is golden, it was hard on our bare feet. The water was rough and we were shocked at how icy cold it was. Nazare is a popular beach destination and is covered with umbrellas and lounges in the summer. The boardwalk was a beehive of activity and most restaurants were packed. Old traditional fishing boats were on display on the beach with a plaque for each telling their story. We walked by the women selling all kinds of dried fish which are traditionally dried on stands on the beach. On our way back, we stopped by the market to get some wine and two pastel de nata. The weather forecast calls for rain and cold for our time here. Good thing we brought Scrabble with us.




























1 comment:

  1. Hopefully, you won't have to play Scrabble too much. Stay warm and dry.

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