This is my last Portugues Albergue on my last night in Portugal. Tomorrow I cross the Rio Minho into Spain.
Things I’ll miss about Portugal:
- The multitude of tiny fields where families seem to grow their own maize, vines and fruit trees
- The funny short legged, long bodied dogs and the tiny, delicate and, almost exclusively, blonde cats
- The fabulous environmental consciousness, with windmills on the hilltops and recycling bins round every corner, even in small hamlets
- Most of all, the timeless little villages with their cobbled streets and red tiled roofs. Some were well kept, some were ramshackle, all were full of friendly people watching over wandering peregrinas and pointing out the Way