THE LAND OF SQUIDS.

THE LAND OF SQUIDS.

Toward the end of each day, the dinner table conversation involves talking about our day. It started with the earlier part of the trip when the Burtons were with us..."the Burton leg". It goes like this around the table...high/low Daph? Etc. the usual answer will be...low when I burnt my head on the hot shower, high when I had a swim in the cove...etc. with Tony it will be...low when I lost my...., and high when I had the char grilled squid. Every day will be a new low, but the same high for Tony. So he just says low when I....blah blah blah, and "high same". To avoid home having to say " low when I DIDN'T have the squid, and high when I blah blah blah",  I have stocked up on tinned squid just in case a churrasqueira doesn't materialise. See pic.

The morning's trip to Aveiro was more than coffee and planning. Of course we had coffee, and Portugal's famous custard tarts...forget the name, it starts with a P and ends with a satisfied burp, but they are evil. We scoured a vintage shop where I wanted everything but nothing would fit in the suitcase, and Daphne found her shoes in another shop for the England wedding...nice and cheap enough to be disposable...a must when baggage space is at a premium. Then of course we ended up in a churrasqueira sitting down to a lunch of charred squids, cuttlefish and chicken with a tomato salad and half bottle of Portuguese wine. So the high part of Tony's day was accomplished. 

The buildings in Portugal are so weird. They are covered in tiles...quite a good idea really, it saves painting, and tiles are easy to keep clean...its obviously a hangover from the moorish past, and I quite like it. We think we have found our plan for the Porto leg, a campsite in Vila Nova de Gaia across the river from Porto, and near a beach. So off we go with a good cargo of toilet paper and just- in -case tinned squids.

Squids.

The evil pastries.

The vintage shop.

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